Just a searcher of love

“Ubi sunt qui ante nos in mundo fuere?”

This question grows in my mind, from time to time;

 “Where are those who lived the world before we did?!”

It’s a question I make searching for God or investigating on Him!

One day I discover that other people have questioned God

 or themselves about the same matter: 

surely Kindleben

 and before him some unknown poet in 1271 

or maybe a classic latin poet…

Is that to be a poet?

Asking all the time the same questions?

We need something new in the world…

I just wanted to be happy, not a poet…

If I were happy would not be a poet…

But a poet is not just a rhymer, or a versemaker…

A poet is a searcher for love!