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Categoría: Prosa Poética

WHEN I WRITE

Writing is my pasion and my clothing. 
Is the way I dress to show the world 
my most intimate self. Every piece 
of information is like a chapter of 
a book that I am writing. 
My autobiography of a life that had 
good and bad times, a disply of 
characters in the most fantastic 
experience called life. 
Without life it would be imposible 
for me to express anything at all. 
When I write I pull down the veil 
between the known and the unknown. 
I go deep down as possible and higher 
as I am permited to go. Everything is 
laydown like a feast table and I am 
invited to eat as I please. Nothing 
is hidden from me, but I can only eat 
so much and digest so little, and when 
I am ready to express. I can only give 
a dim reflexcion of what I saw and 
heard. Every writer has an opinion 
to give, a world of ideas to disply 
of what they saw and heard at the feast 
table called life. The opinions can be 
delisous to the intellect or bitter 
to the heart. Take it as you please! 
But remember that the way it is will 
be demand from your head, for not 
telling it like it is, for giving 
the wrong interpretation instead of 
saying: “I am not sure” 
Writer you have an ethics duty to the 
world to tell it like it is. If you 
twist and shout error, your world will 
be empty and void. If you herald the 
good news in spirit and truth, you will 
be a guiding light in the darkness for 
those who seek information an 
inlightment. 
Does it matter what one believes? 
“Like dead and life!” If I have 
the wrong information I fail. 
If I have the right information 
I succeed. If I don’t know 
where to go? How can I get there? 
Can I say that there is no God? 
Just because I don’t see Him. 
I can’t see the wind eather but 
I sure can feel it! Can ignorance 
get me out of trouble? 
If I say the wrong thing and ofend 
somebody. Does it matters what 
I believe? Ignorance is no an excuse. 
“Well, you can believe whatever you 
like just as long as one is sincere” 
Can sincerity gets me ouut of hell? 
I sey it again! Does it matter what 
I believe? Is your call, you call 
the shots! But make sure you are right. 
We can’t afore to be wrong. Can we?

Datos del Poema
  • Código: 367337
  • Fecha: 29 de Agosto de 2014
  • Categoría: Prosa Poética
  • Media: 0
  • Votos: 0
  • Envios: 0
  • Lecturas: 556
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Datos del Autor
Nombre: Antonio Torres
País: Estados UnidosSexo: Masculino
Fecha de alta: 30 de Abril de 2012
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