There are so many times when, emerging inside myself I forget about the world...
for I get to discover it inside me, more true than ever...
There are so many poems I have lost - given to
I shut my stupid mouth and close my eyes...
caressing every thought that passes through my head,
every person that blessed my being with the touch I was offered to keep...
some people made
On the outside...on the inside...
All the roads that end, the bridges that were built.
The world - a whole, caressed by the rays of an only sun,
Blood rays that melt and come again
And
Submissive, quiet moments that clean up everyone of us,
All going in round circle, all growing and making a different sense.
I wish I was scared again, but these moments are parts of
There were drops of rain on my shoulders and between my palms…
I forgot the “being afraid” and the “coming home”,
There were nor barriers,
Only the never ending kiss of the ground with
I would prefer you to stop playing the “not understanding”-
for my being simple is not a consequence of being stupid,
but the result of desperately attempting to let you know that pride
is not
I have seen differently so many things …and they turned out to have much more many faces….-
Our eyes have different colors…and different views.
Our eyes compete with the profundity of the
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