Yes, it´s divine

That´s our destiny

To impose shape

Into substance

For whatever kind of art it is

A drawing

A poem

A photograph

A ceramic piece

A thought

We need to force a form into Materia

We want to perpetualize this short miserable existence

Animals procreate

I create

A star can turn up if lucky

What urges me to create?

I don´t know what it is

But I call it divine