One evening, under the pale light of a forgotten streetlamp

One evening, under the pale light of a forgotten streetlamp, I wandered through the garden of others' dreams, Gathering ideas like rare flowers, Into a bouquet of restless minds, And I wondered, who am I in this realm of echoes, Where rebellious spirits lay down words like stars in the black sky, Where does my voice hide among these borrowed constellations? And so, I began to search within myself, In the depths of my soul, where the sea of thoughts Crashes against the shores of reason, Where the sirens of desires sing of freedom and fire, Perhaps there I will find that unique spark, A poem born from an inner volcano, To erupt with the force of unspoken words, A song of my heart in this symphony of quotes. After all, life is so simple, A play of shadows and lights, a dance of ephemeral moments, Where we seek deep meanings in small events, And perhaps in this very simplicity Lies true beauty, Where our souls meet in silence, And together create a poetry of existence. Perhaps I don't need another place, Perhaps this page, this corner of the virtual world, Is the stage where my dancing soul can unfold its wings, Here, where my untamed words reside, Here, where I can write my story, With ink of stars and paper of dreams, And let it fly, to touch other wandering hearts, In a world eagerly awaiting a new story. So, traveler among words, I invite you to stay, to listen to this melody of the heart, To let yourself be carried by the waves of my images, And perhaps discover in these simple lines, The rebel within me speaking to you, In a language of the soul, In a poem that, though melancholic, Whispers to you about freedom and the beauty of uniqueness.