por Marcella Marx
Who will win this race?
Who is the strongest, kindest, wisest?
Is it me? Or you?
This invisible string between us
Which never untightens
Stop feeding it
Lay down your weapons
Next to mine
Let us have a truce before we begin again.
Let us live in this world the way it is.
Let us not change anything apart from ourselves.
I’ll tell you what:
I’ll let you win if you promise not to love me anymore.