Freedom
In green, red and transparent colors
In the works hidden behind works
In a secret diary of the twelve year old and the stories
Inside the bathroom with your own sex
In the brush strokes of Jackson Pollock
In waking up suddenly and instinctively writing
In one's dreams and in those hidden in the imagination
Imagining beyond
Nature, its leaves, its sunsets, its rivers
Poetry, its commas, its uncertain periods
Decide on your own time
A nail out of the line, out of the chorus
Choose and not be chosen
To rise from a gesture of the moment and to be pleased
Freedom for your thoughts to whirl
Not caring about your voice out of tune
Freedom of the emptiness sought
Want an orgy
To be alone
Use your own time
Maybe this is
Freedom