I Build a nation
Inside of my poem
You are part

Living is not just
breathing,
suffering,
loving...
Living is simply
Feeling.

This is my first book of poetry. Ballet Of Words. You will be able to read some of the poems.

My first book

Ballet of Words

Be free to read my words. Poetry is for all.

Free the poet

Free the poet, he needs
To fly feeling the winds of the poetry,
To compose the song that softens
The strenght of the passions and the rebelliousness.

I free, the bard and foolish that enslaved,
Of the words and longings she appropriates
And everything that she writes signals
To the basements of agony parties.

Free the poet!... It is dangerous
To leave an arrested lunatic in her house.
That is a scoundrel and a lying noblewoman!

The love that brings in the chest is made of ember,
she makes ashes of passions for her joy
And dies, when to the wind, flaps the wings.

HSSofia