My Life History

Through this world I wandered around at random I was at the mouth of the volcano, I've been in the cold of the cold... I'm a man who thinks, that everything passes in time, and that in occasions I'm just silence, other times deep hell... I've had my time of anarchy, I already had my time of pure pleasure now I live a time of poetry, now my time is just to harvest... I live almost without legs, little movement of my bones, I use my mind much further now, but I still dare to walk a few steps, to carry my seed to others... I lived, I lived, I confess that I lived, as Neruda once said, I did well, I poured out wealth, If evil exists, I haven't seen it, I don't realize... I hate it then, I never felt I only gave acts too, I live this way, that's my law many love me, others, maybe... !