Anticipation of the verse from a real poet there is a feeling of sin, that was done once, somewhere.
Let that sin not be committed by him. he considers himself guilty, so with the tribe of the earth it is fused with the feeling of an umbilical cord.
And he is around the world, not himself, runs from glory and delight always with a guilty head, but only held high.
Losses of peace and war, any broken branch it grows to guilt, his guilt is more than just centuries.
And his life is scary for him. She is a sinner, even more sinful. Every woman is guilty a gift without the possibility of return.
The poet is always driven by shame, throwing him into the immensity, and he builds bridges with bones, paying non-payment.
And there, and there, at the end of the road, which exists everywhere, he will say: “Lord, forgive me...” without even hoping for it.
And the spirit will depart from the flesh, and into hell, not seduced by paradise, forgiven by the Lord, yes unforgiven by himself...
