In my bio I said that my life could have been painted by Salvador Dalí...then, I got an e-mail about the same way of thoughts from another author whose life seemed as distorted as if Dalí had arranged it.
It was for me a lesson of humility, because while licking my wounds I saw that somebody else had greater ones.
This is dedicated to Cedric III

Distorted images of that first day
wonder of wonders, we were born,
and parents should have rejoiced
we were the seed, we were the hope.

Not a green forest, a yellow desert
with spread around melting clocks,
hanging from branches of dead trees
or saddles made of time on a rock.

I said that my life could be painted
by the twisted humor of Don Salvador,
thinking with that human arrogance that,
such pain is only you that understood.

Of all places, in the old museum of Praha
came looking another same suffering soul,
after looking at ones of Dalí’s angel sketch
Cedric’s life he could have been painted too.

That was a lesson on humility when one
take greater than they are the own sorrows,
and here comes a bird with broken wings,
to remain you, that you can fly tomorrow.