Today I want to be the poorer land.
and it never stops to read a poem. “
Today I want to be poor, without anything,
at the door of a bank has been asking
a credit to the life lost or delayed
to invest in something called feelings.
Today I want to be a man in fantasy;
unless the poet with light luggage.
Today I want to be the poorest man on earth
you want me to have other arguments.
Today I want to free myself from the replaceable;
of all strings put on me;
all the scenery that makes us unhappy,
at me and me alone like a beggar.
Finally I realized that is not important
take what is left, but our worth,
and just about anything is sincere surrender
and just about anything we are authentic beings.
Today I want to be the poorer land.
Today … I want me.