Few Words

I don't say "good morning" to a horse, but yes to the conductor... not that his not worthy of consideration, but they can't answer... And if they answer, I can't understand... Maybe I'm the "donkey"... I proclaim I write what I imagine, poetic as I can... that's why I don't I write only "glories hallelujahs"... I speak of the human who errs, and who Now and then it fixes itself... unless he was born "crooked".... I know that there is only one way, but All roads lead to a destination... With poetry, I walk all them, and I always arrive... is that poetry is like a complacent hymen... and yet forgive us. Many do not believe: That man went to the moon... The sea is not for fish... The die was never cast... The law is harsh... it's nothing... just to Does not have strength.... I believe that : The blind see everything with the eyes of the soul... The deaf hear everything in absurd silence... Butterflies are flowers that fly... That's why I continue loving the taste of the wind... to the God will... No scarf, but with documents.... Yes, because if I am stopped in Blitz, I don't intend to be arrested in life... I wish to be in something always sheltered... Splendid morning! gentlemen and ladies...!