I was born in Ecuador, my early most enjoyed childhood memories are back there, i learned to lived with nature there as my older brother and i will go hiking in the mountains for days, sometimes finding long grass plains i will lay under the warm sun, and observe the puffy, clean white clouds, the sky literally crystal clear, the only noise there was nature itself, i was 8-10 yrs old...we will fish, and stay there for hrs, time was nonexistent, i was brought to the USA when i was 11, but thats another story...
i love drawing, painting, though now i seem to have lost the touch of i. my style; surrealism. i start writing when i was 16, when a teacher asked her students to write journals and it will count as everyday homework, i guess she was trying to make us improve our spanish writing, thats when i set my pen and imagination in poetry, i am not good, far, but every single human has his/her own way of expressing,
i have written some short stories...well not written for i never finished the ending...sometimes i get stuck in one point...and never continue, i should.
Like the moon in a dark night,
As though I had hopes and yet none.
Here I sit, waiting for a chime
While I sing my crime.
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If it is a burden, why not dropped it?
If you where miles away-
Should run to reach you and hold your hand?
As if hope was still a burning spark.
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And So They Spoke-
Here and thereā¦
I hear you all, here and there-
Like a close acquaintance
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Her laugh was contagiousā¦
It held the grip on insanity, but a laugh of joy
Holds no roots of insanity, it calms the nerves,
It makes you smile.
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If the voice before me melts in truth.
What have they all seen in me?
Emptiness, a vast dark room-
I here by denounce!
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