July

Alone and naked in the heat of July.

I walk the streets of the capital and I fill my memory with images of disintegration.

I can’t breathe because of the reeking gasses, released from the exhausts of the old vehicles

I can’t see, because of the dust they’re leaving behind

Alone and thoughtful in the month of July

How can the people live such a life, composed of degeneration and misery?

How can formalities be such a luxury for people who are meant to be free?

Their faces are blank, hopeless, miserable.

They have no desires, no hope. They love no one, but themselves

Their future goes along with the smells of the garbage bins and diseases in their food

And no one hears. No one cares to understand. No one have the slightest interest for human rights, or privileges.

They ask only money and they look at you with hate. Their eyes are filled with envy and anger,

But I can see their pain sometimes. I can see their pain all the time.

Alone and naked in the heat of July,

Somewhere where humanity is doomed only to exist. Where reason and progress coexist only in books, on the selves of the libraries where no one cares to visit.

Not here, never here.