My Life

Through this world I wandered a lot in vain I was at the mouth of the volcano, I was in the cold of the cold... I am a man who thinks, that everything passes in time, and that sometimes I'm just silent, other times deep hell... I've had my time of anarchy, I've had my time of pure pleasure now I live a time of poetry, Now my time is just to harvest... I live almost standing still, move my bones a little, I use my mind a lot more now, but I still dare few steps, to take the seed to others... I lived, I lived, I confess that I lived, as Neruda once said, I did good, spilled good, if evil exists, I haven't seen it, I don't know... I hate that, I never felt I only gave good too, I live like this, that's my law many like it, others maybe... !