i am no poet. i am no writer.
I am an aspiring intellectual

But not in the "educational" sense.
I just want to find a way to
Express these thoughts that
Slip through the moments are memories

so do they really exist?

Are my insights just grasps for straws
To explain the logical
Pain from memories
that don't exist?

Or do they design new rules
becoming predisposed tools to advance
because we don't always have to get the short stick

Reasons why we should study the birds,
a species that's outlived humanity.
Seasons try to tamper feathered herds,
humans hamper their vacancy.
Wonder why they've survived?
it's pretty obvious,
birds can fly.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands