04:30 in the morning
04:30 in the morning
WTF
am I doing
in front of this
technological marvel.
A computer screen.
What drives me
to write
and to try
to convey
my thoughts
my dreams
my bullshit.
Well
I guess
is the same convolution
the same desire
the same anger
that pushed
the insane
the explorers
the guys without a place
the homeless
(I don’t mean no disrespect here
I, for one,
respect whatever you have endured
and no preconception in my mind…)
The misfits.
The ones with a project never fulfilled.
The dreamers.
The heroes unknown.
The warriors never fallen.
The ones never in the cover.
Nevertheless
amazingly battlefield proven.
What TF am I saying.
Let me be clear
that I could be
visiting
the halls of palaces
the shantytowns.
And I could be comfortable
at any situation
as long as there is
a friendly face
and a glass of wine…