I come with a wrapper
filled with little things
and situations
that shaped the exact illustration
of what I express when I look into your eyes
without fear that you will understand
all that my inner self exclaims
without the need to say
Of me speaking foreign...
I come with the verdict
expressed in the wrinkles of my face
and the whitened hair represented by so many awakenings
by so many awakenings
searching for the real event
for which I live
and I am motivated by the certainty
that life will surprise me
Again and again, learning...
I come in my own rehearsal of my work
which was not written
with the propitious anticipation of success,
for what I have kept in my clenched fist
in a clenched fist
is simply like a precious treasure
and it is an important part of my mistakes
because thanks to recognise them
Today I think I'm walking on the right path...
I come with a disturbing silence
which disturbs the maelstrom of time
perhaps without the need
to be understood is the destination
of my analytical actions
and although I leave traces impossible
to be erased,
I appeal to my poetic feeling in order to remove
Any critical reminiscence of my own ego...
I come.
