'¿what Is Poetry? ' Poem by Jutonaro Mr.Mirror

A transparent look that you do not want to stop contemplating, where dreams appear that beg to wake up, where hope is born that seeks to save reality, where the dark nights of a broken heart in a soul divisible in time, it dies for the past, is reborn for the future and survives the present, in the blink of an eye. A look, a smile, a soul that does not seek empathy, but a person who yearns for a tomorrow without molds but also without orders, without explanations, without a you and a me, but rather a us, a we without exclusions. A tomorrow like fairy tales, where there is happiness, love and peace, a beginning, but not an end.

The more I describe, the more I grieve, as I seek to court, but not as the slave and the believer, but as a traveler detailing his walk. I emphasize the beauty of those, who have expectations, a reason to fight, a reason to live, no matter how harsh their reality is. Well, if you know about pleasure, you don't save on this, since the joy of loving has no measure. Thus, no matter how much that dry thorn from the past revives in the now and stabs the fantasies and lost illusions of a bygone day, there is no concern, since they are penetrating and deep... sentimental but strong... That's how they are, that's how they are in my sight.

So... ¡¿What is poetry? ! Poetry... It's the women.
The gentle listening of a mind, whose words and intentions are pure, is my soul's delight; and without a doubt it must be the greatest joy of humanity, to dream of a destiny where two minds, without restrictions, can get along. I would do anything to keep them from disappearing, because if you look at their soul they sweeten your smile, so you won't want to stop looking at them and never... but you'll never want to see them cry.

A soul that if you look at it... falls in love,
and I have looked at it.