Little Room

Little room

Blinds fall down
Blinds that were tensed
All day all night
Cracking under the pressure
Of all gay all bright
But they fall down with ease
Like a child falling asleep by mother’s breasts

A sudden darkness shrouds the little room
Gases it with an extremely immovable environment
One where, still
Everything is still
As errands are not run
As happiness is not pursued
As I, nor touched
Nor pushed
Nor looked at
Nor inspired
Neither to perspire
Nor to conspire,
am forced to breathe like a still animal
As if existing were a crime of passion, punishment for being one
As if the universe reduced gracefully, to little room, then to me, then to none