lunes, 23 de noviembre de 2015



A road and me with my self  
Someway I'll obtain
Something to eat and drink

The warrior poet and saint
Inside this body too tight
Will find a place to rest

Full of feelings and thoughts
To washout and waste
Hungry of love and pain again

An ominous cloud of buzzards
Slowly swirls above me
I carry only a sword and a pen

To Elia
Li Tao Po
VABM 20/Nov/2015

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