Tranquility

Nothing makes me more calm quiet of the ideas that add / / It's like joining pieces of a puzzle imaginary / / I have no right words, and not the right place for each of them / So I fell the words flow in my thinker universe / / Glad you can write what I want, no limits of what type / / to say what people have to say and do / / Here I have no boss, work / just my imagination / / write, write, I connect letters, forming word / / and with the sentences they appear / / Who not always rhyme in a coherent and clear/ But the darkness of the intention / I look for a cohesion / And is not possible, I apply to subliminal.
Cleberson Williams, Ago, 9. 2004