ROLISMOS

DYNAMISM We do not compose the same poems. Every time we get something new to know. Sometimes we walk barefoot, Sometimes too fast or too slow. Sometimes we stay at home, Sometimes we go out, whatever the weather. Sometimes we walk alone. Sometimes we go together. Some of our thoughts are dead, Some of our dreams are gone. Sometimes we say goodbye Sometimes we say: welcome! Sometimes we fail And we have to start again. If there is not a bus, We need to take the train. Sometimes we cry, Sometimes we play. Sometimes we keep things, Sometimes we throw them away. Sometimes we meet everyone In common places. Sometimes we have a good mood, Sometimes we have awful faces. Sometimes we hate, Sometimes we love. Sometimes we look down, Sometimes we look from above. Sometimes something is very familiar to us, Sometimes it is really strange. These are the dynamics of life. Be not surprised: We change! Phoenix

ARE YOU A PATIENT? The sun was shining trying to illuminate the window of my mind, it was a warm afternoon so I decided to expose myself to the rays of that luminous light, naturally I needed to look for a place where to sit as usually do to cogitate or to read some refreshing books painted with the blood of those whom I really admire because they can destroy or save the life of many people but obviously the decision remains in the hands of the people who read those sometimes magniloquent lines. I took a book quite philosophical to wonder about existence. I went to sit in front of a chapel to use its walls as a support for my back. I was wearing blue jeans, a blue sweater as usually do to combine my clothes’ colors or to bring into actuality my autistic ideas. I was reading as a narcissistic because I was absorbed by that loaf of bread called book, suddenly a man with a suspicious sight, smoking a cigarette, carrying a small bag in his back, wearing green jeans and a black sweater