Author: 
With hunger and his luck,
children in quality of abandonment,
hopeless walk among the crowd,
in search of something, to calm your stomach.
They do not know about manners,
they only survive in the middle of a concrete jungle.
They are enough the few years that they have,
to face the world.
Author: 
So I woke up this morning, smiling,
like yesterday and the day before.
I think I have fallen in love,
I think I have fallen too deep.
who did I fall in love with?
poetry.
when I dream,
I dream of poetry.
