Poetry

 
Galaxies away…
At speed of light.
Must to be instant…
The gravity of (lord) love.
Or else no one fuking galaxies can be formed.
So…
My movement is feeled by the universe.
Maybe the telepathy instant also.
In the plate of soup…
Is colder outside first.
First civilization more provability in the corner.
Where are so few physical laws…
And few elements…
Hundred elements.
In the infinite for you…
Where the scientist said the evolution is mechanical…
And we are the only humans.
Teen fingers by bible.
In The creation of the universe.
In the big bang, is the breath of god…
I don’t think so…
Even the moon have spirit.
Said saint Tomas of Aquino.
Risking his life…
Have spirit the cells.
When start? Little’s machines…
Ants…
If you cat the grass…
Steel alive.
Is reproduction….
Or the expression of the starts?...
Many , Many, systems life….
No so many many planets…
Alive…
The numbers, can close.
But, is if infinite…
Choose a number…
Give me the number.
You will selecting number for ever.
And can not pick up one.
But is if finite…
What before, what below?.
Not…
Why I exist?...
And other one not…
Finite and limited the universe,
Finite and limited the souls also.
The philosophy, never ever can prove.
The existence, because there is.
Atom not in discussion.
Root logic, platoon.
Science demonstration.
E=mc*c.
Energy not in discussion.
Mother is there.
He!. Teacher…
When you will have title.
You will can said what ever fuck you want to said.
Now, you must to said, what I telling.
Tree month, was my final day there.
But, unconsciously…
Why I exist.
Other one not.