transforms pain into passion.

Perdonen mi gramática es la primera vez que escribo pensando en ingles, es muy difícil para mi armar las ideas en mi cabeza y que suenen bien en otro idioma

You are a poetry pause in my heart, I am the voice you hear and the quiet hand that caresses your soul, no matter how many doubts you have, I am the darkness that allows you to shine, the blue bird that feeds your notes, the silent muse, the infinite grace  , the ubiquitous author of this work.

I can read you, feel my fears turned into your letters, I know those words I have written them thousands of times, I have felt them stealing my breath, slowing my days, begging me not to continue, but I am still here, walking on every sound with which I name you, as I feel in your chords, as this little conversation we will never have.

Do not feel ungrateful, I know each of the demons that harass you, they are my companions, they whisper their curses every day, nobody sees them, only I hear them, my heart occasionally stops, it hurts, it bleeds from this curse.He wants to give up everything that I have achieved, he feels that I am not deserving of all the achievements, he does not understand the praise, he makes me wonder why I am still punishing myself for the successes; waiting for more, even if more is never enough.

Sweetly bitter as life, beautifully blue as my soul, you distract my thoughts every night when I hear you, when I decipher your words, when I read between the lines, when I become a poet giving up the real world for what these lines last, rhyming in languages strangers, as invisible as I like, as distant as the melancholy of that piano that softens my cynical heart, so proudly brave to keep walking, to learn to live with the beast, to be inspiration and to be inspired by the muses, the talisman that art gave us, the reborn butterfly, which transforms pain into passion.