The law
of least effort
was misunderstood.
It became a culture
...
Melancholic nostalgia
from a desire never fulfilled
creeps up from the gut
to the chasms of the heart
...
Beautiful day! Waking up
to another battle, feeling freshly recharged
by the energy field of thy astral domains,
...
Just when I was about to give up and resign
to the lifestyle the media lays down...
Poetry entered my life exploding my mind.
...
Let me sing you a song
or give you a kiss
that would freeze
your emotions so long...
...
I didn“t know what love was...
Then I met you.
I began writing poems of love...
then... I realized
...
So...
If you want me to be the girlfriend to revel with in the garden of life
and together dirty our youth and gradually cripple its vivaciousness,
let me be the first one to disregard dignity with you
...
I, the ubiquitous child speaking my mind,
resistance I find wherever my voice I bind.
The press distortions my name,
...
From dawn to dusk
I work my as off...
My caveman feet
...