Poetry is the punch in the keys and
must be felt by the hearth and slashed by the brain

Is the leaf that falls from the tree
but never reaches the ground

Poetry means war in a smear drawn by peace and
part from that tiny piece of dust, lost in the desert of words

You don't need to break your hands to feel those words
and you don't need to scream to taste them

Poetry is part of the echoes of inner lost,
of founding new, though old, repeating ideas

Must come and fade away as the wind flows,
as the seconds transform themselves into gnomes...

Beyond, there's a kind of sweet perfect disorder -
is like the dance that you'd never want to stop

Poetry is the drug that makes us dependent and
which flows through the veins ... filled with smoke!