Start the day reading a poem
Do not stop hitting the neck with the price of the dollar,
Do not kick the buttocks by propagandas of
Shampoo or be convinced by speed
that reaches the new car on duty.
In your library there is surely something worthwhile
But even Marx said that reading novels
He learned more from economics than reading economists!
The day begins by throwing a good prince in his hair
What do I know and if it does not have a library, I go out to look at a snail
Do you think he will be wiser looking at his face disheveled
of a violent journalist that the light walk of a snail?
But there is even more philosophy in their silence than in the
foolish words of that voice that sulphures on your morning screen!
Why don't you take Verses from Parra Salon and kill a while of laughter? Do you think a capitalist of capitalist was taken more seriously
that a poet who sounded the trombone of poetry?
Do not let you throw old dandruff on your ears
If you really want to be up to date, read history books
And then what will happen tomorrow.
But if there is no case and poetry does not do the snail or the story
Do not waste me with me and go urgent to look at the sky,
Have you already seen it? No? Did the dead of the day be thrown on top and not yet presented the sunlight?
You can be God! I did not know, I did not know it?
Start the day with a poem
And soon he will realize that despite the support of the economy
Despite the shouts and the fighters 
The life is a beautiful miracle, a sweet dessert.
The poem is the spoon. But if you don't like it.
Eat the dessert on, eat with the hands and teeth.
But eat. eat. eat.
Before finishing the day. Love eat.