You see,
\nI am a sentimental person.
\nA romantic.
\nMy impulses are childish.
\nI get lost easily.
\nI do not understand cruelty,
\nthough my anger can defy gravity.
\nBut it gets lost in the heavens
\nand never returns.<\/p>\n
I do not think like a scientist
\nor a warrior.
\nPolitics is a strange flavor
\nwhich I never use.
\nReligion belongs to the buildings
\nthat house it,
\nand sometimes passing by,
\nI\u2019ll listen to the sounds
\ncoming from the walls,<\/p>\n
I am taken by invisibilities.
\nThings I see which are never there,
\nalthough we exchange pleasantries
\nand touch fingers.
\nIt is hard to be the kind of person I am.
\nI do not sit still.
\nI fall in love with everything,
\nand seem at sea,
\nlike I\u2019m always leaving harbors.
\nWatching towns recede.
\nSeeing islands light up with stars.
\nCollecting drops of water
\nbefore they burn away.<\/p>\n
And like dogs do,
\nleave traces of myself behind.
\nLike a touch left on a tree,
\na kiss blown to the wind,
\na word of joy, like Yes!
\nTo something singing or flying,
\nor simply being beautiful.
\nAnd at night,
\nwhen I can no longer play,
\nI say prayers in the darkness,
\nto the darkness,
\nand smile
\nwhen something says inaudibly,
\nwe had fun, didn\u2019t we?
\nAnd I go to sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You see, I am a sentimental person. A romantic. My impulses are childish. I get lost easily. I do not understand cruelty, though my anger…<\/p>\n