At times in our lives we ask ourselves why it happened, why there is that loss of the person we love, why the suffering, that pain that destroys us inside that makes us cry without rest, it is difficult to understand, why all feelings are not understood, all the feelings of each person are different, some sadder others happier, sometimes more intense, desired, some of hate others of a lot of rancor, disappointment, and moments like this we find in other people or in we, in our heart the poetry that resides in its interior, we listen to that music, we pass that place that was special, we sit on the sand of a beach, we listen to the sea, we feel that breeze when we tilt our head to observe the stars, and we disconnect from everything, experiencing that thought, which with the brightness of the moon comforts us, and at the same time, calms us from a pain, a loss, a suffering, therefore from a landscape to a simple small word poetry is born.
