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Hocus Pocus Focus Locus
by Olivia Noé
Once a boy called Victor wrote about his feelings. This is the result.
Every time that I get lost in thoughts
I go crazy.
Not that it bothers, me, no,
but with pen and paper in front of me...
I set off, I explode.
It’s not fine any more,
I laugh occasionally these days,
I don’t sleep so well lately.
Whenever you ask me for my news,
I just find myself without any.
I’ve lost my gang,
and I just feel like, like if I was made from ice.
I wait to break somehow.
The world of tears is a mystery,
I’ve been visiting it a lot lately.
That’s my minus.
Something happens all the time,
I am late, I lose flights,
and by accident I leave my love at the arrivals.
I close into myself, into my loneliness.
I’ve never pretended, I am not playing any roles.
I don’t play with feelings and I have reasons.
Every time I get lost, I return.
I cross streets and I dismiss people.
I’ve never pretended,
remember that, I’ll stay by your side.
But I need you close to me.
Every time I find myself lost, I go back.
I leave scenes, I have a limit.
I grew up with fun,
but I wonder if I am still living on earth
or I am in hell