Do not think too much,
it's pure feeling
what I say,
what I think
with passionate judgment.

The speech is love,
of fire the truth,
verses of intensity
that appear with their dawn
and with its storm.

Curious how confusing.
Tense what suffocates.
The rope is stretched,
before it was obtuse
what he now asks.

Dice make history.
Without rushing the facts
whole or broken
depending on how the wheel loads
They have us satisfied.

Do not think too much,
it's pure feeling
what I say,
what I think
with passionate judgment.