Pretension

I was mad

Mad of all this pretension

From people who doesn't let be touched

Into their deep human being

I often face myself

Changing my mind about them

Thinking, they could be the best of themselves

But they are not

The reason?

Go forward this things

About pretending to be

How a genius turn into an unawareness person

Selecting different behaviours

For different people?

How young people hide their truly feelings

Letting to be dictated by their surround?

But looking back to my mirror

I calm down

Explaining to myself

I also lived those moments

Trying to find who I am

The real me, with no excuses for don't to be it

Finally, I also learned from those them

I also know that these was

A necessary stage to let

Bloom the maturity that incomplete is still

And lots yet have to grow naturally in me

One year. One transformation

Ten months go away faster than you think

When I arrive here all  seems so different

First seemed a dream, then a lonely nightmare

With no friends, with a life to learn again

I found happiness in what new could be

So I tried hard to share my better part

And suddenly this became part of me

Country that it is not easy to leave

Dreams turn in to real life, lived day by day

This is the super moon that shines in me

Four letters poem

I run in Jose's home

With mice an the door

They stare at me, mean

Why Jose left me here?

And how much more I run

More cold I turn

Silly mice makes noise

And idea pass in my mind

And if a cat I was?

My turn will come

And you mice will run

The Clock

Right on the top

Ringing the bell think I have heard the clock

Bouncing in the dark

Marking the time strike

Into my deep sleep

The beezing sound attacks

Tic-Tac

Look back

Bing-Bang

The dreams came

Putting a cloak

On the top of the clock

I try to sleep again

But the bell struck

And I can't

So I rock back and forth

Standing up to stop the clock

Blackbird

The flag burn out

in the fire dancing have fur

prolonging anguish in that scene was me

Flooded smoke  inside out

and I was trying to see him

Blackbird starts to sing quite

Despondent breathing hard through his lungs

Calling help save me  from suffering

And nevertheless his spirit still around

Brightening paths with his memoirs where giving up

Was not an option, flying free was always more

Flew he did 'til futile was, not leaving the beauty

Sang, sang... No despair appearing... Peaceful being

No matter how tired he got