Poets, let us always unite
in the most noble crusade...
to bring peace and beauty to life!
Scarcity is good for the economy
but very bad for the poor
who need great abundance...
To understand life well,
and to live it happily,
we need good practices and ideas...
It is very difficult for us to refuse
a good and happy life...
impossible to accept a good death...
MOON
She silvers me with pure love,
I refuse with embarrassment,
she is everyone and no one's...
Poet, a strange fellow...
he projects himself in the face of danger,
he walks on the edge of the abyss...
Poet, you are truly a stranger...
He cries a lot without feeling pain,
he smiles even when he loses a love!
lovers don't write
poetry...live in love
simply...
children do not write
literature when they talk...
creatively they play...
the crazy think
differently,
deviate from thinking...
Sometimes this is poetry,
or simply non sense...
the teenagers
and their other languages...!
They speak other dialects,
are not poems, are
codes...
But someone, everything observes...
Translates and transmits these sources...
He puts property and form,
connotative language...
This is the poet... this
is what "makes poetry"... !
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