I listen

I listen to my soul like a tear from a rose thorn, because I feel it and every day I need it to speak to me in its raw flesh.

I listen to my ghosts from the past, but I don't give up, because my present drives them away into solitude, because the sun tells me that every day a new story of my life is written.

I listen to the voices of society; there's everything; I can only offer it my song, so that it may reach its heart with a poem that lifts the soul.