The words were flowing….colliding….snapping br My erupt from the fountain of sorrow br The closed door….the few hard verses br The first surprising fountain……the smell of paint…the lilting of the rhythm br I was a kid….I look forward open-mouthed br Lodging with surprise to old Picasso br Who a company with me to the school garden to draw the nature br In that day I filled with rain and the mature spring flowing in the leaves and the garden gate br Oh..sad fountain that br I do not see all my life br Where were you been, old man br Did you have to go all this distance? br To authorize you to enter the AI-strange Dictionary br Today I put the papers in front of me poem br Draw a tree professionally br And I feel what's behind the pace br Fishing the vocabulary with bullets of surprise and validation br I'm not a stranger to the word br No longer a stranger from the world br I'm now only son of the earth br In front of the sad fountain……..I sit? ? ? with silence…….or…..that is one thing br Because the words who are danced……shaping br Forming a choir.. br Is it the last hymn to be always like this br Abstract…..naked…..soft br You old…which child in you take you back again to your garden br Which soft hand…little hand take your hand br It is particularly encourage you to continue to walk br Slowly…..