The whiteboard on this wall makes everything transparent. 

With a drink in my hand I go through the days just by seeing this white mundanes. 

When clouds come with dirt and old hippie songs…

it also gets gray with it’s reflections…you can smell rains in it’s body. 

Let’s make it very clear, 

I don’t like any bit of sun…I don’t want sunlight as my soul’s food…

but this wooden screen make me aware of this yellow fever’s existence. 

And in nights when every blood vessels stop and snore in their own squared and roofed cabin of devastation, 

this whiteboard let me see the reflections of the wet streets and the silences of the bird nests…

I don’t need any human anymore as long as this thin sheet brings the memories of white beaches and an ocean which starts from women’s moanings and their fleshy waves.

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Photograph: Google.