When life gives me the opportunity to take a walk.
From looking at flowers, birds, cars, people, the rain.
My heart overflows with an explosion of ideas,
I want to write about everything.
I need to write about everything!
The soul too.
As if the whole universe had to channel in me,
Or vent in me.
Who knows, confess to me.
Maybe that’s why I live so trapped,
The reason why I’m tied up in the routine.
Intended to live busy, worried, tired.
The angels know this, the demons mock it.
Once free, no one can stop me, for sure!
Like the waters of the rain following its course,
Like the birds in the sky toward the horizon.