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mal_foi_noireSHYNESS
As soon as I knew, only that existed
and that I could be, continue,
I was afraid of this, of life,
I wished that I could see,
you do not know my existence.
I became skinny, pale, absent,
I did not want to talk because they could not
recognize my voice, I did not want to see
because they do not see me,
walking, I held her against the wall
like a shadow slipping away.
I would dress
red tile, smoke,
to stay there, but invisible,
be present in everything, but far,
preserve my identity obscure,
linked to the rhythm of spring
Pablo Neruda
This poem is a perfect description of me
