Here I am
Like a failed poetry
Like a direct meaning
Like an apparent melancoly

I don't remember
                    when exactly
I forgot
what was written
                       on my palms
and who wrote it
                   for what purpose

and why now it worths
                  to be said to the world!

Was it the true poetry?
Was it the life's secret meaning?
Was it a smile to the melancoly?

I don't remember
                        I don't remember
Where it comes the power of my palms.