“Ubi sunt qui ante nos in mundo fuere?”
This
question grows in my mind, from time to time;
“Where are those who lived the
world before we did?!”
It’s a
question I make searching for God or investigating on Him!
One day
I discover that other people have questioned God
or themselves about the same
matter:
surely Kindleben
and before him some unknown poet in 1271
or maybe a
classic latin poet…
Is that
to be a poet?
Asking
all the time the same questions?
We need
something new in the world…
I just
wanted to be happy, not a poet…
If I were happy would not be a poet…
But a poet is not just a rhymer, or
a versemaker…
A poet is a searcher for love!
