My Poetry My Life
My poetry speaks and wants to talk about everything...
From the lost memory of the lived epic
from the cold, from the wind that howls past love...
From the scribbles of unregistered memories...
everything that was sketched, but was not consummated....
it was just lost.... !
Everything that happens to me, I write... !
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