And now I lay myself to sleep
the thoughts of days and nights I hold
in places where no children weep.
Receive my humble gift , you, world.
he used to watch me for hours
failing to capture the real magic
craving for my sack of bones
skillfully missing my soul
don’t call me beautiful
essence is invisible to the eyes
heartbeat of an agony
living out of the same inexhaustible sunsets of being
untamed pulse of torn days and nights
of languages submerged in deep strings
me and I in my own arms, under my own wings
I shine the smile of freedom
Need nobody to tell me
how to write
who dares to judge the languages of my soul?
Need nobody to judge
the sense of beauty hidden in my being
I paint with the colours of love, this is my art.
Need nobody to teach me passion
there are no lessons about it, nor public shows
I am passion.