I don't know why others write
I write because I am good for nothing else.
In order not to be so harsh with me I say:
I'm not trying to serve anything else.
I want to do what I do
with foam under the tongue and a dictionary
beside. Because language is respected,
We are already big for lies.
I understand that there are those who write
to move or to save a life.
I think it's great but it's not my case.
Come on...
What saves is love, period.
And basic needs met.
The poem at most will be able to amaze
what do I know, surprise and nothing more.
The one who saves lives is the priest from the other corner
who spends his days giving away blankets
and making popular pots.
He will not remain in the history of literature.
But he saves lives, lives.
I don't know under what pretense you write.
For my part I write because when I was young
a book of poems fell into my hands
and I said
this is easy. Does anyone.
And here we are.