My journey.

With freedom to write
of the impotence is that I flee.
In this sea of ​​emotions that forces
to contain my pain.
Writing is an option
to express what I feel.
Sometimes a little tense
when i try to explain,
the ignorance that overflows
that we are afraid to accept.

Caught like flies
in the digital world.
Not even love is the same
in this traumatized society.
Has human stupidity,
taken over the planet?
Is it perhaps, the human being, 
that indolent friend?
Who limits what he feels 
when he shakes your hand. 

The accompanying crowd

on my morning commute.

Sometimes a little lost

for the rage of the moment.

I'm not alone, but I confess,

that loneliness invades me.

The doors open and walks out.

from the subway my soul in pain.

Here I end the poem

and I continue my journey.

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