One word, even if it’s the least
a deeply upset devil
can promise to send hell breaking loose,
as if it wasn’t hell
before the day we were born,
is the same as the pledge of the noontide:
All of us shall be witness to God’s word.
Indeed, we were born of love.
Before us was the word that had begotten it.
Love is the language of the word.
We always love to have a word.
What is a word?
It is a juju.
Unlimited Dream Company ('Despairing at last, I decided to die' -J.G. Ballard) 
Love is no Philosophy
It must and ought to be an Ideology
I think, therefore I loved…
Love is for all the people,
I am a people
so it means i’m loving..
Beaautiful!
Amazing Virgilio… I didn’t realize your wrote poetry. Of course been a while for me to come by… 🙂 I need to come more often, been so busy of late.
thanks for the several poems… 🙂
Thanks pal! Your page adds more inspiration.