At night, at dawn, when the whole house sleeps, but my eyelids do not want to close, at that moment, I have the right to be afraid?

My knees touch, hugged to a pillow in fetal position, I have right to be afraid?

I have a right to have?

Something beyond vanal, with confidence and acceptance you can discover the most beautiful painting you have ever seen: the feelings of a man

My feelings

Those who are so valuable that I'm never given the right to show them

They are so precious that not everyone can see them

They are so delicate that I never take them from the inside, because with the slightest touch someone could break them ...

I am a boy with flowers on his head, who are entangled with the strands of hair, with a faint smell of morning dew, with small stars scattered over my body in the form of moles ...

Shame on my father, the boy preferred the art of theater to football, what a shame.

All the boys carry a bouquet of flowers on the head

That are entangled with the strands of hair, they are there, although they don't want others to see them

And at night, when only the man of the house is awake

Do we have the right to be afraid?

-Andrew (Andy Headmess)

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effervescent 

(v.)  vivacious and enthusiastic.