Words

Words

Poetry is part of the spirit. She brings out a part of you that you did not know. The human being is not conceived without the singing of the Muses. I leave you some verses that were once part of me.

I
You entered my life as a hurricane
You turned my days into
Silence
Storm
Misadventures
In hurtful needles that go through every part of me

Now my life, no matter how hard I try
Turn around your needles.

II
I describe myself for you
(To remind me)
Snake Temptation
Lonely wolf

Unveiled the mystery

But it is not necessary
You know me too
I am a bundle of harvest that without your light
I would live in the darkest loneliness.