A last desire My Haicai keeps the essence of my soul, written with the blood that gushes out of my viscera transmuta in a small composed poem for three verses. Small manuscript, fingerprint, intransfervel document, dna the holy ghost. Code of ethics whose pages formed for chapters, paragraphs and interpolated propositions are blank and I only preface it makes mention to an only word: Love. This implicit in the pages blank I preface what it recommends: To love Always loving Is necessary to love, therefore without love we do not initiate its reading. A priori we do not know the book author so fausto, to put, to the few we go identifying to us with the main personage of such tram and when desvelar occult pages, we discover that one is about our book written for the imperceptible penalty of day-by-day. We edit it to we ourselves we publish and it, we do not have worrying in them about its criticizes and its drawing, therefore the ideal is that you never do not obtain you finish it and in its trams nothing really you are decided and that the death only comes to write its end. Mine I finish desire is To love, my Haicai is my code of ethics written with an only word: Love!

Certain day, pathetic, asked the poetical one if it was its brother, poetical that she is all gallant, with air of arrogant nor gave attention sacolejou the shoulders made a well ugly face and answered that not. Pathetic nothing he understood, therefore he thought I obtain &#039 exactly; ' in all poetry I am eu&#039 there; ' And it followed its life ahead, however reluctant in that to accept, poise whenever somebody wrote something poetical it was there Years and years and years and the situation always was equal, poetical it always spoke of love, and pathetic back in the end Poetical of the high one of its pose it started to be abismado, it reflected on its andanas and it perceived that exactly against its will, pathetic always it was to its side. It was then in doubts in what it could be, arrived until and leading in consideration that had been separate to the rising After very thinking, it did not arrive at no conclusion Since it did not have skill decided to accept that situation. Pathetic, that the much time if did not worry about this, it found poetical and it said I have a thing to clarify you. We are not brothers, We are the same thing, that one does not only understand what the other wants to say