Hindered to be.

Why am I hindered to be loved?

Why am I so limited to hug or being hugged?

Sometimes this is not just the hunch,

The liking or willing desire to woo,

It is just a dealing contract, an achieving condition,

Made for few who do not deserve who

I longed for, those that I wanted to belong,

Since I´m made to be out of a chosen group.

Is love a gift or a privilege?

Why am I asked to love if it needs things I´m losing with age?

These are the things that remained blocked by material lacks and faults.

Beauty is not needed to be loved, but it´s sought to be found.

Money seems to be hugged as the guarantor of longer days

And there´s no alibi when anybody wants to leave and smear a mess.

Sure I´m not that much

Who has left his mess and smudged

(but I´m falling too).

As anybody may think I´m deserved.

I rather learn to live like an angel,

strengthening my needs on my knees.

A.T.     Nov. 2012