You have come from always to be alien. I said this has come The mystery of my life I read whatever I read I didnt have anything and I didnt have it under your roof I measured my life with your pulse My heart for your sadness A pendulum You came to build a ceiling Whatever you have and you dont have to beat in this story I simple to believe that you are in my way I saw all the poems in front of my poem
Next I asked my sadness Dont see and stood in the mirror prayer Write in the story of your poetry with you.
