VERSAL LIBIDO
The poet in love of a poem.
The protagonist of a history...
He was a poet... She was a poem...
He used to love the literature,
used to love the poetry, the verses;
he fell in love with this beautiful poem,
a simple poem, but really beautiful.
He adored this poem...
Every day was reading this poem again...
Every day was reciting this poem,
in public or in private, it did not matter,
he only wanted recite this poem.
He loved this poem,
but that caused much damage to him.
He didn’t eat, because he was reading this poem,
he didn’t sleep, because he was reading this poem,
he didn’t walk, because he was to reading this poem,
he didn’t remember his name!
Because he was reading this poem.
This poem... A selfish poem...
The poem gave her verses to the poet,
but the poet wanted more...
The poem gave her words to the poet,
but the poet wanted more...
The poem gave her letters to the poet,
but the poet wanted more...
The poem gave her punctuation signs to the poet!
But the poet... Wanted more...
What the poet wanted wasn’t difficult...
What the poet wanted wasn’t impossible...
The poet only wanted love.
The poem searched other poet,
the poet is mourning for this poem...
Now, nothing pleases him...
the poet don’t read, the poet don’t write,
now, no art is thrilling for him.
Pretends to be happy with a smile,
but when he smile, don’t feel better.
Did he really loved this poem?
No...
He love this poem.
HE LOVE THIS POEM!
