My life is a tale
Coming to its end
The world's my jail
My shadow's my friend
Looking for the truth
I spent my years...
My days were tough
My childhood and youth
My laughs and tears
Were not enough
In the poems I write
Each day and night
I try
To reach the sky
To wonder: why?
To whisper and shout
Inside and out...
So, please, buy or borrow
My "Means of Sorrow"!
2001
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