Atlantic Ocean, October 23th 2011
Where is love,
What is the space ocupated
By this tender and human feeling.
Where is the silence of a loving live.
Did you an undertand this life without love?
A wind of love is touching mi round face,
Like a graet touch of tenderness
And the world is like a big bad trated football ball
You are kicking this incivilized World
You need a good treatment for the Human Been,
We do not need hate, perhaps only love,
In each instand of our lives.
Hate the souperflous weapons
Hate de pain of a result of gun shoot
Enjoy a beautifull sunset at the West Coast,
Observe the beauty ans peacefull life
Of people who do not need the language
Of a violence like your own speech.