Poetry Live

A cigarette in the morning, and the light in the window, tear the beginning of a wonderful day…
And for supernatural reasons, I today wanted to saw the smallest details adorning a dustytable, I opened the door of the room and I entered the bathroom before the others.
A coffe with strong smell… that impatient more than pigeons, to a the dried leaves of the trees.
I wanted towalk in the park inhabited with four kids around. And only in the most solitary and avoid flower, I saw love. And it is not madness or anything that resembles it, It was just the need to seethe sincerity.
And I began to love the flowers, because adorn the lawn so harsh and frivolous, Loved the sky, because tanks to its reflection, the sea is blue. It’s not the most great, but Ihave just noticed it.
I continued walking alone, but smiling… I loved a yellow old bridge, which although noy the same, I remember when I crossed accompanied.
I loved an old man who waslooking with wisdom, and an abandoned dog I wanted to kiss it too, because I saw the loneliness in it.
I loved a empty bottle of soda, because I supposed that someone satisfy his thirst.
Icontinued loving and walking distracted by a fly, I wonder where it comes from, where it goes…
I replaced a “hello” common, for a “how are you?”
Today I saw the details of the life, the littlethings…
Love in the good and bad times. Wait the happiness, one and two eternities.
I loved a stone, and forget why.
What gives me happiness, the reason why I cried, what I forgot, and what Imissed.
I loved the Christmas lights, because I imagined ten children running with the hope and faith in their eyes.
And finally my hair, which extended with the wind, my shining look asdeluded love.
And my lips natural pink… my way of walk, of think and dream.
Giving thank the morning light, and the shadow of night, the smells, the colors , the friends, and the loves.