Talk

Talk

I can talk
of things we don't lived

I can feel
moments who can't be talked

I could try
to forget the feel

I will waste
my deluded try

In a world of...
wasting a try...
for talking what we really feel...

Mr. Junior

Mr. Junior

My mind is rambling
Like Junior's once was

Contesting  the opposite choice
Is the gift of humanity

The harbor where we anchor
Sometimes obstructs the neighbor sailor

Like the pillar of our relations
Based on a simple practice of "letting go"
Can be torn by each of both sides of the row...

Time is priceless
As silence has its preciousness...

Human beings are far from being human
In a world of materialism
Without noticing the main material

Feelings are higher and deeper than that...
And often we just have to seek them...