Born in ink and papel, I am the humble words That have described the world From the beginning to the end!

Through the passing of time, I have been clearly mistreated, Twisted, hidden or plagiarized To serve the special interests Of those evil spirits hiding Behind the cold shadow!

I have also inspired many That in moment of distress, Pain or suffocating agony Found in me a reason to smile!

I am the humble words Colorfully dressed in flesh And brought to life through The beats of sounds to reveal The secret of love and peace!

As flesh, I have been incarcerated By those with obscured purpose But I am totally free like the air That everybody in the world Without it can’t live or exist For I will always live in ink, Papel and in the hearts Of all of those who believe In the shining truth and me!

Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2017 New York City

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Surrounded by smiling faces, The light stroke my tender eyes And most likely everyone around For the first time heard me As an innocent baby crying!

I can just imagine the first time When I saw the rainbow, The clear sky blue reflected In the river, lake or immense sea!

I can’t recall the first time When I also saw the pure green From the dense forest and The red, brown and yellow leaves Of the beautiful autumn and When I noticed the different Skin colors of the human race!

What a surprise was for me When I saw the first butterfly In the colorful garden nearby Or taking off to the high sky, I can just imagine!

When I saw and touched The whiteness of the falling snow In the middle of a cold winter! Oh, how beautiful is the world!

Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2017 New York City

In constant motion, I plead for patience- But time, Ceases for no one! Least of all, My subsequent Will, Who kneels In humble submission To divine law!

The rhythms Of nature Are the instructors And the implements Of genius! Whom no one before Has told or discovered_ That in time- the World- Not you-is old!

Romeo Della Valle ©All rights reserved-2017

New York City

Una carretera con Una dirección clara que Me llevará más adelante, Por una ruta sin límite hacia Un lugar de compensación!

Ahora me doy cuenta Que hace años atrás también Era la misma lucha: la necesidad De expresarme libremente Y la razón detrás de mi meta!

Romeo Della Valle (C) Derechos reservados-2017 Ciudad de Nueva York

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