Light and dust
My breathing is loud, my lungs burn at each breath,
The air of the city is dense with particles of dust,
That I consume with avidity as I get closer to death:
Time runs faster in here, the city for time has lust.
I close my eyes, I have been blinded by light
For all night, the city like a strike nigh unto my heart,
An electric pulse that disrupts my sense of sight,
I can't sleep, my room polluted by that urban art.
Light and dust, I feel them, always, in me,
Saccades of man's visionary sense of the city,
The sun blindfolded by dust during day, a pity,
The night perforated by light and made to be seen.
And I, embedded in the environment,
Embodied within my body, I have the sentiment
That life is not so complex as to need a theory
To explain why I die, slowly, breathing the poison of the city.
