17/08/2026
When the domestic violence is above the roof....
The Bad-looking Broom
'The hope', the words that come into my mind always when I sweep the shiny floor. ' You must consume something' , the words that propell me more than the Praying Mantis during its catch. - unfortunately, I do not put food on the table. 'My age' , the words that are like the spear into the heart of mine. 'You are a loser in future' , the words that put me six feet under the horizons. ' You only waste food! ' , the words that make me chew the enzymes badly after my last spoon. 'I must not work' , my pride above the upper lip responding.
-after a sec, I take the plate, I wash it and I sweep the floor. My nostrils detect, I whisper, " My grandmother once informed me about the avoidance of wrongdoing during sweeping".
