Verses for my psychosis Who I am?When did I leave here?Why, floating head?Why did you undertake the journey without me?-. Since when did we divide?      I'm asking the reason for my sanity.I'm two persona's Asking each other They look at each other, they miss each other, they are no longer the same.I repeat to myself, once, twice, a hundred times, if this window through which I look out today like an old-new tenant, it will be a little plot of my oblivion.! Yeah !The oblivion that is full of memory as a poet grandfather says, the one that comes back violently to disarm me, the one that comes back violently to hit me, that interviews me and I question it, but In the end he will be right and I will have a black eye.What was lived lucidly is gone.What I experienced is happily gone.And now what do we do floating head?Disarm ourselves, patch ourselves, look into the distance as the being we were goes up in smoke, we forget.... we die.....It's gone....Was...Scraps, heavens, hands, pampering, children, mom, siblings...And hanging thereI...I?And.....O (not even the letters are recognized here)Cracked,sickwith keen hearingand waiting for some eventan event that will surely also turn out to be imaginary.Crackedsickwith keen hearingand waiting for some voicesof a friendship and enmitywith my neighborswith my ghostswith familyand that more than likely will also turn out to be imaginary.For my waves of lucidity!- Cheer's!!May the sad passage of this long exiledo not break the memorywho did I belong toWho were you?in some small dejabu of my clumsiness.Until now....I forget about myself.I forgot I forget Inana