Sorry if sometimes I love callus and nothing you speak ...
Sometimes I feel like I'm missing something
Like I was half part of something incomplete
Restless spirit stir within me,
It is something spiritual, beyond good and evil,
Something that can not be judged whether it is right or wrong ...
It's something that is mine is part of who I am,
A wilderness, a nostalgia that comes without explanation
My gaze blurs, comes ... and passes!