even the small breeze of negativity in the air
has an effect of slowing down some normal things
                why is writing poetry?
to move the fingers that crave to write the words,
first on papers and later - hopefully - on every soul
about the power of quiet, of love, of kiss, we see and feel,
and at the end of the day, the last thoughts that sing inside
are from a man that I've heard him say:
                If you forget that you have to die
                *you forget that you have to live.