Σημειωματάριο σιωπής.

 Sometimes  our existence,

does not walk through highways with many lanes,

but through narrow and winding roads,

one way ...

Well, on these drowned roads,

many times on the rise,

there are those hidden things

that we came to find out ...

Sometimes, too, we do not need centuries to discover something,

a few seconds is enough,

so that a look full of love and sweet

teach us all the truths ...

Well, it's not time to add life,

is life that values ​​time,

well without life

time would be deaf and empty ...

 I sat

To see the sun set

And I did not feel

The nostalgia to live

Caressing at night

I turned his back on him

And I walked

To caress at night,

What was waiting for me

Naked and faithful to my dream

 Today…

I get carried away…

I strongly deny

and strongly

what do i feel…

And more…

I continue to be

the turbulent sea

of a stormy night ...

It can

to ask you

if it is the moon

our scene…

if it is in this scene

that we exercised

truly

the soul

and bodies…

Or if it is

only ours

secret fantasy ...

 Rotten memories

and gloomy temptations

The pores are dark

this sprang from my skin

black tears

of my absolute loneliness

on this road I walk

since childhood

orphan and stubborn

of writing poetry.