Like you,
     I love love.
Life, the sweet smell
     Of things, the sky,
          Blue landscape of January days.

And, I laugh through eyes
     That have know the buds of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful,
     And that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

My veins do not end in me,
     But in the unanimous blood
          Of those who struggle for life.

Love,
     Little things,
          Landscape and bread.

The poetry of everyone.