WHO IS HE?

WHO IS HE?

He holds a nice pen.
He seems to have God’s sight.
He looks magnificent.
Ah! He is ready to write.

Sometimes he looks pensive.
But it is difficult to know what he has in mind.
He is staring just at one point.
He seems to stop the time.

He looks skeptic.
He does not believe in tranquility.
Every second he transforms all life.
He does not believe in mortality.

He does not like some words.
Every day he fights against mortality.
He only wants to be himself.
He is proud of his simplicity.

He is obsessive, sometimes he is nervous.
He does not like to wait.
Everything right now he wants.
He says: tomorrow is too late.

He is a perfectionist.
Among the numbers he likes 3, 7, and twelve.
He is an individualist,
He is proud of himself.


He thinks language is only just four letters:
Ar, ou, el and ai:
Those letters are the essence
Of this superlative guy.

He likes to smile,
He likes to cry,
He likes to talk
His favorite question is: why?

If he does something good, don’t say thanks to him:
It is already done.
To himself he thanks every day
Even when he does something wrong.

He has an elegant voice.
It changes the day’s sound.
He has magic words.
He likes to turn everything upside down.

They have ears but they do not hear,
They have eyes but they do not see.
This calls for wisdom; if someone has insight
Tell me: who is he?