The body breathes and we call it life...
As if the simple fact of breathing determined completely that you are fully alive...
As if filling the lungs with air would guarantee love, evolution and movement.
A mistake as common and foolish as considering that walking more quickly will always lead to a better destination.
As a brand of madness to any sample of creativity different from that we are accustomed.
Like limit sex... In only one way, to an exclusive age group, to a single purpose.
Like confuse ignorance with bravery, or sincerity with being rude.
As irrational as reducing love to simple hormone stuff.
Like limit good ideas to a single product of brain work.
Like confuse friendship with charity.
I took this one with my Samsung Es65 a few years ago. Carirubana, Venezuela
I made this poem a few week on spanish, you can read the original version Here
