I'm thinking about the word life.
Κc my body is blooming
All-round
I write poems because through them I declare my existence.
It's a way to ensure my solitude...to experience it in all its glory..
I don't understand many things, but I pretend I do and smile condescendingly at life. Because life only reciprocates if you like it.
I am born every time I wake up, I live the day that passes, and at dusk I retreat to my nest and like a wolf I howl in the darkness every time I think about you leaving.
I agree with what is happening to me, no objection, as things are, is an inviolable principle.
Love for me is innocence..It is loving for love's own sake..
I believe in God because I saw a bud bloom and experienced its greatness. I have also attended a birth and the moment the umbilical cord is cut, the children loudly declare their presence in the world with a cry of praise.. And prayer..
I love vespers because sometimes God weeps with joy.
I like science as the kind of thing that admits life and lacks scientificity.
I experience the earth when I lie on the ground and my body aches from the truth of its cruelty..when I think that it was always here..I am the one passing by..
Finally, when I look at the stars, I talk to them, and when I leave for home, I don't forget to wave goodbye and thank them for their company. I nod my head and say goodbye.
.
I always have the fear that I won't be loved for who I am.
But I have people around me who love me for who they are.
Are you saying that a little bit?
We all want to escape from ourselves..there is nothing worse..
Explore life, claim it, but when an end comes, remember: What is not solved is cut.
Love exists when reality seems to surpass the dream.
An irrational reaction to something irrational is normal.
Whoever doesn't laugh screams..
photo gstockstudio, Image license by freepik.com
