The green angel is everywhere
I want to take revenge on her
but the horses snort
with happiness, ears forward
I am licking the stones
but they remain hard
They rain down on me
and tear
my clothes
The men look away
I cannot believe them
too bitter is the aftertaste
of their love, too hard
around my heart the clamp
of the law they preach
as if they were green servants
of a providence
that does not allow mistakes