Suffering

Suffering that my lachrymal one rubs
and wakes it up.
And the blush
returns to my wet face.

In the gathering full
of transparent veils,
my tremulous legs
interbreed.

I want to shout,
but only I murmur.
To this exceeded sadness
I cannot detain it
though I get lost betweenthe people.

I suffer from your ires,
of your fear
and of your way of saying to me that
still you are.

My confusion
fills with tears.
The soft music
unleashes my strange
sadness.

I go out of the lounge,
go away,
do not want that they see me.
Nobody understand it.