What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.