My deer, 2014


Days of freedom are over.
They hang like labels in your ears,
because science knows your future better.

Days are done, deer.
All what you are, it´s already gone.
Although your image remains as light,
stuck in documentaries.

Your being, blurred dream,
stays still under the rain,
smells the last autumn leafs,
enjoys its last silence.

Happy Christmas and new year wishes !