Racing Heart

I’m connected in 220

More talkative than listener

Accelerated metabolism

Racing heart

Mind in constantly boiling

A hurricane in the chest

My thoughts are wild horses

My emotions are uncontrollable.

I’m always in 220

I live the next moment

I ask for nothing, I do it myself

I envy the mother who breastfeeds her child

Without haste

The pilgrim who slowly keeps his promise

I walk in a hurry, I take tight steps

I run over, I fumble and shatter

I suffer and I undo myself.

At night I turn off

I take a deep breath and remake myself

I remember that all things will pass

I loosen the tie

I lay my weapons on the floor

I drink wine looking at a painting by Picasso

At last in the darkness I quiet my heart.