Never quench... (poem).

Being such pissed seems not as bad as it could be, less when you run into those who give you the fuel to keep on writting... I'll show you what happed yesterday, as I was shuffling home...
To my heart .
(Against Leopardi)

Never quench by thyself
The fiery whish within thee
Oh disappointed Heart!
Despite the logs to feed it
Had never been at hand and never will...

Dissever in the flattering night
By whom you were fed once and weaned
And its blinks that always have been come along
Like the lusty shining in thy lover's eyes
To whom you've been cravin for
Since born...

As long as the Wind blows
o'er the Earth and the Sun warms
every single crawling, walking or standing
creature,
must thou abide by the rules of
the everlasting Fire
and the twinge of its touch...

This is what happens once you trip over the nine, better known as Calíope, Erato, Melpómene and so on...
=)