Hungry For Poetry

I Planned of throwing away the eld machine of writing, crumple the papers accomplices of mine fetish... until stop writing...! but how :? the words pass by my head as models on the catwalks... demanding attention! I had conceived over blinding myself completely... (I sight poorly!), not to sight anymore colors, paintings...! but my mind have files secrets with all beauties of the world ! I stopped eating, never I was hungry... I stopped drinking, I found myself free from headquarters... I am further health than before... my hunger literary has increased...! not further devouring mountain ranges of ideas pass my hunger of verses... thus drinking an Amazon of words, I never killed my thirst for poetry...!