POEM|| In business hours

Keeping silent
Sometimes I should keep silent
To keep quiet about what I see, what I hear
Turn my face away and not notice
Back to my blind ears, and to my mute hands
To my tongue a rag and to my heart of marble
I would have to bind my steps, burn my eyes

But it turns out I can't
I don't live to pass the time
Nor do I accumulate ideas to be wiser
Nor do I record what I hear to repeat it alone
Always alone, always loud

I fight with some for what I do
One day notes grew from my fingers
And others were the ones who touched them
I set out to miss only on a schedule
I speak of love because I seek it
I try to understand it and it doesn't come easy
I avoid intellectuality as much as I can
And I get bored as never before with those who take me for it

It happens that I'm not ready
I'm never ready
And everything surprises me and everything provokes me
I miss the applause as much
As much as the booing
I don't expect anything but understanding
To leave a curious seed that germinates with time
I'm playing, it's true
But someone stole my childhood
When it was still mine
And that's not why I grow
And that's not why I scream

I scream because it amuses me to see
Jump scared at my delusions
Sometimes when I go out I walk for a long time
Aimlessly, I stop in the gardens
I sit on the sidewalks and have a smoke
While I mentally write down things that I later forget

That's my life, hunting for ideas
Daydreaming and mostly talking in my sleep
And now and then
When I'm in luck
To talk to you