Ethernal world

In my ethernal word it is quiet.

In my ethernal world there is peace.

So am i wrong for seeking noice of the life?

The sorrows, the heartbreaks? The screams? The flutes, the street musicians.

My life is filled with endless lovers.

Seems like i filled my life with that.

And to balance it i seeked freedom.

And truth.

And broken tables? And crushed ribs?

Is that how i become a poet?

And i fount it so pathetic,

When i was studying english literature in Spain.

And i had to explain,

The meaning of of the poem

Through the softness?

The kidness?

That my mother never had?

Through the pain of my father?

His pain i often felt? ...

My dreams

And how i dont want to talk about

The things i could have never said.