Silvia today can not be a poet.
says she always plays the verse precarious work and early morning cough, but was fired today in a dream, without letters, without notice, he said, "not you again tomorrow" and found in the street with hundreds of offices impossible , long lines of men and women charged with uncertainty, the cries of the children.
Silvia says, no, it is not possible to be a poet in this world split into two halves where the word are those who do not tell the truth.
No, it is not possible to be a poet, close your eyes, clench his fists and let the air run.
No, says Silvia, this is not possible.
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