A fan came to me and said: "Emil, how do you get out of the bad comments unharmed? " To which I replied:
«Once upon a time there was a snake from Equatorial New Guinea, juggling a circus; One day, the owner fired her because "supposedly" she had bitten one of her interlocutors. The snake tried to defend itself by saying that it had not done so, however, it did not work out. A month later, the snake got a job at a magic and party products store; the owner of the circus where the snake worked, entered, and without realizing that the snake was working in that place, he asked for leeches and left the establishment. What nobody knows is that the owner bought leeches to put them under the seats of the spectators, and that they bite the spectators, and fire one by one of their employees from the circus just because, And so, entering new personnel because, consequently, they had "bad acts"».
"When the notifications of your heart arrive to me, then I will post your body.
"Since I have enough walls to become the Kangaroo, and put color the state of your thighs.
"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings.
"Just as there are thousands of species in the Sea, so life is unknown, not because we don't know who they are, but because we don't know who we are.
"In the foolish sentiment of a ruffian, there is my attitude. Drunk with nostalgia, even the Moon laughs at me.
"The brunette of the corner is still beautiful,
And the Grocery store opens their doors,
The consort invites me to take a cold.
And there passed the serendipity of chance.
Emil Sebastian Cerda Demorizi 6 February 2001, Ensanche La Fé, Dominican Republic is a Dominican scholar writer, singer, rapper, prose writer, creator of proverbs and phrases, screenwriter, master of ceremonies, short story writer, poet, paremiologist, blogger, fabulist, novelist, self taught linguist, orator, storytellers, comedian, marquist maker of Marcas/Brands, actor and model. It is considered as the Promise of Dominican Literature of the 21st Century.)
I Believed In You
"She returned, with aporia.
She kissed me, with satire.
She said goodbye, with antipaphers.
... She promised to stay, with prosopopeyas".
For every writer, there is a philologist; and for each book, a reader.
If they told me how to live happily, I would say: 'Overcome myself daily, I am not the same as yesterday, the Emil of yesterday left.' And of course... I would not lie to them... I would also add a little... Bethlehem of Judea.
It isn't a day of crying, because I will have nothing to do; but a day of reflection like many, on decisions that I will take.
You only changes when you're brave with your own cause.
Those people who make others laugh, or that they laugh a lot... they scare me.
I don't need to be of legal age to admit my mistake. I know I'm a person shit, I need to go to hell. I regret everything I did, and I understood that change isn't crying; and I understood that the more I grow, the more I just stay alone. Hell, I'm crying in the mirror; if I had known that I have always been a horror, perhaps I would understand why everyone looked at me with 'splendor'. I'm not me, I'm tired of being the same, I just change being brave with my own cause. I don't know what to do, youth doesn't work; everything goes, everything stays, adolescence will always be eternal. So many shits that i made, what a disgrace! So many women i smoked, what arrogance! But when everyone left, what a fallacy! Because i cried, I opened the Bible, and God told me: What is the use of capital letters if your biggest problem is leave me last?