We think so much,

Imagination, ‘oblige’,Watch out!They are dreamersThat see beyond dreams,That love, beyond love,That want to make words,Fly without Wings,That want to LoveAll thingsAll defenseless, things,All innocence, All beauty,Till they die.So, please watch out,So much love,May be fatal!In a World that killsInnocence and Olive Branch,Carrying, Doves.And that sometimesEven murders, Truth,That Poets, love, so much!

Of everything,The essenceOf the essentialLove, LifeTorrentiallyFlowing,AlwaysMonumental!

Writing Poetry,Even if not the best,Your soul is at rest,And your mind fancy free,Love reaching Poetry,That is what you areAnd will forever be.

Nor Love, Nor Dream,Nor Oceans,That in life’s tempest,Scream,So let us not think about Tomorrow,For it is also part of this abnormal scheme,And may also be just a senseless dream.

Situations,We all melt away,Weakly but bravely,Love,Is just that way.

So difficult to find,But,He who speaks the Truth,Will be embellished,And blessed to the utmost,His words will live deepInto the future,The human heart to nurture.Beauty is light,And light is beautiful,The Truth is beautiful light,Need I say more?

Delight!A way to feelAs you write,That can’t be helped,That can’t be stoppedLike the Ocean’s wavesGoing back and forth,Preceding, all.Love’s force,Born, not acquired,Mostly, inspiredThis burning,Irrepressible,Written page,The writer’s Stage,His written soul.

Questions,EvasiveSatisfaction poor,IncomprehensionSoars,‘You must believe’They tell you,But so many injusticesSeem, to alwaysTake over the FloorAnd we are leftWith the most foggyAnd lost sensation,Because, when it comesTo Evil and Domination,Nothing changes,And we are left standingBefore the open doorsOf abuse and abominationBeing so shameful,This constant lackOf tolerance,For one another,And so much hate!Instead of understandingAnd at least a littleConsideration,For…

That man will ever know,The happiness that’s blessed,Life’s river’s inner flow.

In a few lines, deep and bold,Many magic truths are told.

Of love and hate,Of humanity and cruelty,Almost impossible to rateTo fathom, to get straight.Lost in our own insanity,Laced with all our vanity,How quickly we decapitate,Sanity,Burn Love at the stake,And make present,All, that in Us is fake.Sooner or later,More pain than glory,Humans cultivate,This is no Story,Man is his own destructive forceWhile Love trembles in a cornerAnd…

But not to create a pearl,Just to meditateAnd think,That I have to wise up!