I walk under the night sky of my city
thinking about the good and the bad,
the firm floor, my mind staggering,
proud of what I was granted.
Surrounded by danger and beauty,
contradictions while in the
transit stories take place,
it's not over, lives are over,
lives are forgotten ...
life go in a channel of a
single direction, there is no going back
death in the end is what you expect
without more, without laments,
No regrets...
Our people identify us
hymns, roots, but today
I only think about how beautiful
and dangerous of my city,
just waiting for equality
and when we stumbled
get up with mind of
overcome and not get involved in
the past.
Refugee in the people I love,
I value and see as an example, I feel
that every time I write flight !!!
in this vast infinite canvas
as is the universe ...
every thought,
each letter drawn,
every story told
between lines, is what
it prompts me to continue
not be satisfied
with what I have done,
if there is a long way
to travel and more years
of philosophy and literature
to leave a mark
to make history ...
While every night
I immerse myself in
city of sins,
joys and laments.