Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

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... !

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