(Sin título)

“Stupid things made at stupid times”
summarizes pretty well my life.
Silly gestures uttered on a mistiming eye,
good definition of mine.

Call me stupid, then,
and you’ll completely get the point.
Call me wise, and
frustrated my surname.
I was myself all the time
-too much if you prefer-
in my defense can only said.

Nobody can see me
while I hold and stay,
but the moment I’m gone
my shadow grows
and remains my name.
Nothing but empty,
stupid, dark air-
Mrs Cellophane.