Poetry
It also keeps in touch with the coming breaths
It also keeps a little distance from life
It allows a new desire to run in the heart
and also has the courage to be broken
There is talk
and there is a series of coming and going,
There is something to be said and it is annoying
There is also a series of crying and celebrating
there is a way to go far in the forest of desires
and there is a way to come back
