DROWNED TEARS Whose are the tears that stand anywhere, Wherever you want to imagine, Where nobody would ever suppose, see, Touch or hear Is there anybody strangling their sorrow, Mutilating their body, throtting their Beautiful and delicate neck, where some Black long silky hair flows? Is there anybody drowning their tears, Letting them silently drop in the middle Of nowhere and spin around to end up Being nothing? Whose can those and scared tears be? Tears drowning in their silence