So I Don‘t To Talk To MyselfAll (my) verses...or almost all, beyond the quick tip on the keyboard has the company of tears, as sharp as the last glance, as passionate as the most desirable kiss or as happy as the sweet laughter of a child.
From all that I live, little I used to believe, a lot I have survived. We all want to believe in more, but we can’t always. We insist, persist in smiling, as a daily food in trying to make a lighter tomorrow.
The images here, they are me or you, „crazy“ poets, old fashioned and new lovers, thinkers, perhaps a bundle of contradictions, stubborn in believing that in the small moments we live great moments. And it is possible!!!
I don’t lack in inspirations, sometimes in words that have sounds, but never without emotions...yes, they are as rebel girls seeking for the such dreamed freedom: thoughts landing on a paper, a writing that frees the mind and soul.
I write poetry because it is what I do, so I don’t talk to myself.
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