I saw a self-portrait in the window
Displayed at R8000
I never knew a soul could be on special.
we saw her on the bridge in a nervous blue dress
clinging for life against her young body
quivering in the bergwind blowing
straight
towards
the ledge.
Driving past, we never wondered what her name was.
someone was chasing death at a cocky speed again,
embracing lamp poles and whoever greets us at the gate.
(He was on his way south towards the last turn off.)
Now the paramedic is trying to revive him with his bare hands.
He is reviving him!
Reviving him not.
Reviving him!
Reviving him not...
Cecilia Ferreira is a fine artist who lives in Africa. She is overly infatuated with life and its secrets and she's constantly searching for that awful, beautiful thing called "the truth". She wants to find the truth before it finds her. She never stops creating, because if she ever does, her outlets will turn inwards and then she would be fucked. Her main gallery is the internet and her visual art has been published in numerous internet magazines. She recently started writing in English. She uses bad grammar and makes a lot of spelling mistakes, but luckily poetry doesn't mind. Her poems can be read at http://kaganof.com/kagablog/category/contributors/cecilia/.