this "new machanism"

They say that poetry belongs to youth. That could be true. At forty-two I am not that young any more. Maybe that is why I do not write poetry as I once did, simply by writing an entire poem on a paper sheet on a desk margin. I use to write now after long reflections and dialogs with myself, after days in which I feel that a confused feeling “wants” to get familiar with me, after a line becomes good enough to be repeated and written. I am tend to put the blame on the lack of inspiration, but I suppose I would better take into account this "new mechanism" that "tries" to make me aware of my sensitivity, of what makes me be human, that "tries" to keep me alive. I will see…