Poem Time tortures me.
Clock you are a strong executioner.
Your hands play with my stillness.
Numbers take the roll of a buffoon.
The tic, tac; it synchronizes with the pulsations of my heart.
I am confused by your position in life.
You live between both sides.
one day you are an ally, suddenly you become my enemy.
Who thinks he's managed to catch you in just a few photographs,
plays the role of ignorant.
I don't know your essence,
and your beliefs.
There is no human mind capable of conceiving
a small part of you.
There are limits to me
all I'm asking for is to know how to live.
Photograph of my authorship, edited with Instagram, taken with my Iphone 5s