Complicity
Complicity
Between one cafe and another,
In my daily tasks,
Here I am, phone, pen and paper in hand ...
In an instant, poetry comes spontaneously
Like an x-ray of a mind frantically
Busy between work and the passion of writing.
The inspiration that arises at that moment
It's almost an act of escape ...
The words bubble in tired thoughts ...
As a request for help, a complaint or a prayer ...
The recorded moment of the exact emotion that
Inspiration gives me, sometimes good, sometimes bad ...
As like a faithful companion, with whom I establish deep complicity ...
The feelings, I know them one by one ...
Emotion, overflows with me as a life-giving source.
Like gentle magic, effortlessly, without reservation,
Words come alive, strength, shape ...
There is perfect complicity between us,
I speak of the written and felt word ...
We complement each other ...
So one day when I'm no longer on this life plan,
I will continue to communicate life to those who have
Deciphered my writings and overrun...