Elin Iren & Laura de Jesus

 

 

 

Emotional Cage

Slowly and

with the practice of exclusion
In a world of clamor,

hidden and invisible,
With my eyes fixed

on the bedroom window,

on a small bird,

this late afternoon,

I see my fragile heart
under painful stress
Freeing itself as if

a cage had strengthened it

in a labour process.

 Both, the bird and the heart
Dying slowly,
in a world apart
finding another nest, 

far from the routine of slavery

Freeing themselves, from the body,

from the cage, from the prison.