Why do I write poetry? A constant question ... Poetry for me is my breathing machine, my inspiration and determination, my escape from everyday life but at the same time my obscure reality of what it is to be a person. I write when I am happy, sad, depressed and when I am completely bored and I assume my boredom.
I do not know if I write well, but I actually write for myself and only because I have to. When I don’t write,a part of me it’s in a constant limbo of inactivity and depression ...
Art saves me every day, because if I do not have it, I would die. That's why I write because I have to survive on this planet that we call Earth.
all crazy lies
You are making me cry
like hell ate the hearth of Dante
I'm fire but also air
I won't regret
You left me in the rain
with only my Passion
to be warm...
The days are passing
and my breath is slowly dieing
I will die in this cold bathtub
And you are in it to...