Feelings

Remove the emotion inside the heart,

A lucid Truth, the Feeling!

- And be, after come from the heart,

A handful of ashes scattered on the wind! ...

Dreaming of a high thinking verse

As pure as a rhythm of prayer!

- And be, after come from the heart,

The dust, nothingness, the dream of a moment ...

They are so hollow, rude, my verses:

Lose rhymes , gales dispersed, windstorms

With that I delude myself and others, with that I lie!

I wish I could find the pure verse

Verse proud and strong, strange and hard

That could say, crying, what I feel!