susurro

Time passes but moments are never lost. I hope all is well old friend.

how are you?

i still owe you something.
haven't forgotten.

just lost my way.

hope you are well.

So strange. Today is 11:11, and it finds me everywhere, then in here...

Beautiful gallery.

"there is no doubt in my mind...that you are indeed one of my favorite poets. you have a very distinct way of writing...it is truly grasping-beautifully drowning into feelings that are not our own...and yet you place this mirror of words before us...to see you...to see the poet in its true form. words such as yours don't go vanishing into thin air...I know they will always be imprinted in my mind as well as my heart. never stop. never stop."

This is, by far, the best comment, I've ever had in one of my poems. And though, it has been years since I have taken my fine blade of ink into this rusty hands, your words in that comment, were impregnated in my mind, and in my heart, forever.

Gracias, realmente, gracias, porque por mucho tiempo, encontraba pocas cosas, que me transportaran al estado de consciencia, paz y sentimentalismo en el cual escribia, pero tu comentario, con tan solo crearme una lagrima nostalgica, ha sido mi portal para ignorar las leyes de tiempo y espacio, y recordar, lo que fue para mi, mi era de expresion.

Te deseo mucho exito, desde el fondo de mi corazon, el cual has marcado con tus palabras.

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