Here are some texts, brief, very brief because they are small steps in walking, small links in the life and death of man. Sometimes we are drawn ( "no longer road / path leads me"); others, the future is desired as you want the thief stolen ("every new day / is a gift") and often assails pain, doubt or dissatisfaction ("You think one thing / want other / love another / you do something else '). With all the hope and desire of the past ( "eternity every day begging my trust") always persists.
