Poetry is all that comes out of you
like a drowned person at the water surface
to be found
and Christianly buried among his people.

Words are carefully selected
that it makes you believe in something
and make peace to yourself, hoping that tomorrow
someone will read them and enlight
as you unwillingly enjoy sunset.

Sometimes you get up from the table and throw them away,
then you seek for another inspired moment
to transpose all your feelings in the poem.

I love thoughts telling me themselves
how to dress them in a metaphor,
to uncover their meaning of love
as to a beautiful woman.