MY WINDOW

The feelings I cornered,

I spring thoughts,

I can not control, they are,

simply in my being.

Just let them fence and come,

I let them flow without hindrance,

those who come, the receipt of my interior,

receipt or who knows where, at best,

of my spiritual being, that very special

gives me the deepest feelings,

I have ever experienced, and with them,

giving birth to my best poems, my best

and my thoughts higher, so they can

give an unattainable hope value.

This window, which I always open

is the place where inevitably,

will the best insights of life,

both in receipt, as in what I give,

In that window open, with the interior light on,

is the real connection with the universe around me.

To the world you always dreamed of