
Like a Bird in a Cage
In this cage without doors or windows, I breathe my first breath through the bars.I wonder what would happen right now if these rusty bars were to suddenly crumble. Would I be able to spread my wings and resume my flight?I dream, but it’s a nightmare.The bars disappear, but I cannot move, I am blocked by so many bodies that continue to fall on me, … Continua a leggere Like a Bird in a Cage