#writt

I think I wrote you a thousand words and letters in every piece of paper I found around, and maybe million more in my head each and every night ... yes, since day number one. 

It felt like a need deep in my bones, but words just got stuck somewhere along the journey up my throat ... yes, I know you noticed a time or two. 

Sad, but true. 

Colors and sounds and feelings and dreams, they all got stuck somewhere along the journey to your ears. Remember? Those awkward silences we met sometimes ... hell, my dear ... I was dying all inside. 

So I filled thousands and hundreds and even more papers I can recall, with every word I just dreamt to finally let out. Darling, may this be the last one trying to reach out? 

Darling, 

Darling,

Darling,

Such a shame this fate that made us grow apart ...

Your warm hand is an extension of your warm heart. So stay, hold me here and keep me unmoved, if I am to drift ground me to this spot under your warm hold. You are an astronaut and your hand is a flag, I am an immigrant to the land of confident hearts, but your laugh is a national anthem I want to recite in every language.

If everything changes tomorrow, if the sun turns green and the grass turns blue, if the flowers all die and the books all fade to blank pages; if the world turns upside down, tell me your hand won’t move.

Poetas celebrando el nacimiento 136 de

ABRAHAM VALDELOMAR

ICA. 27-04-1988 A AYACUCHO 1917

POETA, escritor, ensayista. periodista

Looking back at a difficult decision that I made in past and feeling grateful for the incredible changes that it brought to my life. #anniversary #throwback #tbt

It’s Saturday and unlike other weekends I was a little busy this weekend. Usually I don’t make any plans because what’s the use of planning if I’m gonna end up saying to self, ” Sleep is more necessary. Sleep honey, sleep! F- plans! Sleep your life away!” So this is how my day went. I literally got up from bed at around 11:45 AM, I woke up a bit earlier but was lying on the bed closing my eyes…