The green angel is everywhere
I want to take revenge on her
but the horses snort

with happiness, ears forward
I am licking the stones
but they remain hard

They rain down on me
and tear
my clothes

The men look away
I cannot believe them
too bitter is the aftertaste

of their love, too hard
around my heart the clamp
of the law they preach

as if they were green servants
of a providence
that does not allow mistakes