Claudia’s house

The walls of Claudia’s room shed tears

And the flowers on the porch drip blood;

The carpet laments in vain the host lost of an innocence

Which was defiled by females, males, hair, joys and vanities;

In a corridor echo the songs

And in the door closes one night

Of fire, of fluids, of betrayal

And the conclusion dressed in red sinks into the reading armchair;

Claudia’s face is surreal;

I did not invite her and it’s not part of the battle;

Her powerful hands cheat in the game

They frighten the shadow and disrespect the lust.