Real Play

this is no longer the play
of children
when we begin to look at the sun
direct to our gazes
when what we see is too much
light
that hurt us
when everything that spreads
when we close our eyes
to rest
is all bloody red

this is not a play anymore
the silence is too mature
it can kill

i may excuse myself for a while
take my sleep
get rid of you
and forgive myself.