Prediction

The hurt for her
was a music going to the past
She had understanded the pain
When saw on the table a lot of pappers,
a lot of words that
didn't going to anyplace.
In her mind was
the ghost speaking her,
maybe seeing her
from anywhere.
She was understanding all
and nothing in the same time.
She was studying more,
and in the same time
she was forgetting the world,
her past,.
Already she didn't remember
Her mum came back from the street
with a lot of fruits,
she looked and didn't nothing
her eyes was crying
but nobody could see her,
that was a super power that through years she could win.
She knew why about her silence
but didn't do a pleasure silence
was a baby silence,
a wait,
a shout behind a mirror.

(It's going to be rain)