walking by some grey beehives
I look up
to the uninhabited blue of the sky that confines me to earth
even more absent than myself
In this life that I lead
every day is the same
and wasp among wasps
I gave my wings
for the pleasure of idiotic queens
The night and its cold lights
changed the ill beehive
into a beautiful glass castle
In the early morning
the sun unveils obscene wounds
of these sprawling megacities
whose poison and stench
suffocate and rape the souls
than they keep within them