Life As Rain

Leaf withered of tree

that has gone round everywhere

because life tore me like flower

soft petals which gave meaning to my life

I am skin of fall cold of winter

if it hurts me the soul

I'm singing of bird flying by the end

that had no principle in my life hard

I am the uncontrollable abyss inside me if love is missing in my life

The pencil without charcoal but always looking

How can erase the pain that could hurt me a stone of betrayal

To be a being with this soul by being human

I am the poetry of life

Meaningless

Sensitive

The dramatic

Infinite

full of love

The stupid

Dumb

Even the more fragile

I am the monotonic auto-esteem of the same monotony

that can write on soulskin

I can not be myself

If dont have the life more difficult and easier

Each success builds of failures

of having anger to be stupid too

Because being myself with each absurd feather of the wings of my soul

I would not be the being that I am

I would not be gratefulness

would not be so deep and fresh like rain

When I got in the rain Of the soul

I discovered that my fantasies were larger than reality

than the same reality of life Of my dreams

But also discovered that the space which I had to live

even would build the amount to dry that same rain stagnant

Because of what have the floor the sand of the sea ​​

lives dry of the cold profundity that had.

-Jonatan Vega

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