Hello, I wanted to open the ball with a poem dear to me, written last year. I liked the thought of humbly share with you my modest production. Good reading.
authentic life
The authentic life (so often pierced!)
requires effort, courage, boldness,
was pungent, prickly acacia, today I feel
leaf defeat
Ten gestures, the same every
recall the days of crack
mind but I have never been mine - ever! - For nothing,
not a dog, I'm not going back home ...
preference, your tastes, every practice:
just dance in the absence of the sense
just admit you create an imbalance?
forget it .. does not matter.
Damn ants, between local authorities, to make stocks
busy winter
of two hundred television channels,
views from here are now entertaining
I find myself deaf to the call senseless
She loosed the chain at every sunset
but the dawn I feel ready after
you sleep, I surf excited
Twenty-six-year study horizon
but my binoculars now confuses me
my crew? I lost in the waves:
follow God, the god
dead pet chameleon, misunderstood, betrayed ...
scordan anxiety choosing the crash,
say, "you know .. you live .. Die .. "
credon to win - deluded - the game to survive
Camouflage is not a choice, it is natural instinct
and everybody tries to escape, an animal.
sbranatemi but to me: I'm here to stop writing.
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