I type super fast and send text
through the empty space.
My data align and draw
the perfect conclusion
Ready to be read.
Music is bloody,
Rhythm is cellular,
The DNA as a pentagram,
Everybody knows what to do.
The young grass is stinging my feet
That enjoy the spontaneous ground
Like small children with no doubts.
They move with the notes
Of crickets and beetles,
Of dark butterflies with big eyes,
And make a personal rhythm
I can only feel.
Crazy is being afraid
Movements are stopped
And breathing is apnea.
You own it, you run forward,
You write, you decide the coming minute.
Next you choose the music
Playing in the back of your actions
And That soundtrack will not leave you
until your mission is complete.
I always reconsider decisions a million and one times
Looking for the best, the fastest, the most elegant way
That takes me from routine to design
And that give me room to offer my science
With no regret.