Why using my arms to defend myself...?
When I can hug?
Why using my hands to hurt...?
When I can touch?
Why using my mind to dodge...?
When I can write poetry?
The path of a boxer is lonely,sour,fierce,rough.
The path you learn the art of hurting...the techniques of dealing pain...
...and the way of getting harmed.
I don't want to hurt,but,it is all I have learnt in my life; hurting...
...my heart is begging me to stop jabbing,and he is right,I should.
No more pain,no more anger...is all I need.
Daniel Viana Alencar - A fact of my life.
