Curse Life

I used to feel...

I used to sense what were

Inside of me

To feel waves of difference

Waves which brought me to live

I enjoyed this life in me

Breathing and feeling

Burning and suffocating

Didn't curse the hour

Which gave birth to me

Didn't curse another life

When bearing death inside

Now all things I do bear

Are all gone and free

This, myself...

Now fleeing around death

Cursing the hour

And another life...

Which whom I used to care

Now...

Watching myself

My own life

Fading to afar...

Listening these voices

And trying to tell them

That I will soon be gone

For me... what did you really gave... life.

image : Andre Kertesz Distortion 147, Paris 1933