THE WORLD SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND, WEARY

 THE WORLD SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND, WEARY

Still do you pretend to deceive yourself?

Really?

Really do you

pretend that this is a perfect and really perfect world?

One

perfect and perfect spherical world?

Because it goes

round around the Sun…

Because in an eternal and lunatic circumference

it moves

Really? Still?

Still do you pretend to be someone you are?

Really? Still?

That

in this perfect and spherical world you are?

Only someone, no more,

only someone

who looks for some others

in an eternal

and lunatic human world?

Really? Still?

How

much longer will you continue

with this farce?

How

much longer will you continue

gathering the pieces

of yourself

Over and over and over again,

while the world

continues

to go round

over and over and over again?

It's all so tiring,

maybe so tiring…

while the night falls

below the sleepy roofs

and the cats begin another

of their seven lives

and the world's rickety engine

stutters and stops

for seconds…

like an old Western wagon.

And me, doubtful, wondering,

also stutter and stop

for seconds…

for eternal seconds…

which are bottomless…

And me

trying to support the world like Atlas,

over and over and over again…

How long?

And, why???

[Nuria. 04/10/2026. Composed in the original English]