The white girl
She smiles at death
enjoying her
dreams.
She’s not afraid
she’s calm
for death
is another stage
of life.
The white girl
the girl so white
walks the night
alone and arises.
She has seen a goblin
scurrying on all fours
and the cat is playing
under the blankets.
Give me your hand
and come with me,
I want to see you
smiling at the enemy, the
enemy of the phantoms
who seduces them trying
to buy their souls.
In a night
everything draws near
to the windows
standing open.
The white girl
the girl so white
is not afraid,
she’s calm.
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