The shortest poem

I run after myself
because my self surpasses me by putting words.
I want to write my shortest poem.
The poem of my life
simple and deep,
and he won't let me
My self does not rest...

When there is so much to say in this world;
when the brain never stops:
when the muse speaks to your ears
It is impossible to silence the words.
Write, write, write…
It's like a vice;
a mania that when it starts it doesn't stop.
Is it a gift or revenge?