Born on wrong dates
In wrong times
And under the wrong literature!
Born free thinking,
Free attitude!
Although, there is a home cage...
Wisdom is the gift!
And thirst is codenamed
And hunger is the transformation!
We could be like bees,
We could build a castle:
Herd of sheep for you
And camels to me!
The shelter would be in the same territory
And on nights of the full moon,
Perpetuating species by knowledge,
Every night would not be
Only sweet memories of a lost thought...
(Joyce Martins)
