lovely end

I know
I can’t stand thinking of you
also that I’ll say so long to this beautiful
thought of us, someday. Tough, not just yet.!

I wrote this with a beer at hand,
through a variety of songs, scents of hope
and a dreamy and cool august breeze in my face.

After all, when done writing,
I wonder if silence is the passing,
that forever thing everybody talks
about when we die, an eternal sound?

Who knows.
For now, the time to pack it all up, post this shitty stuff
and go to bed because dreaming is as inspiring. You're there.

Fidel Guerra
Oregon, August, 2021.

 

I write this with a "mate" in my hand, Fidel, reading you in my grey, peaceful morning.
And although mornings are my favourite time to create my poetry, I guess the night and the dreams colaborate a lot.
I hope you always have inspiration.
I like reading you in English.
Have a beautiful day, dear friend of mine.

 

Cecy,
believe or not, thinking or getting inspired in English has become kind of favorite thing while listening to musica en Español, despite ruining this beautiful Anglo language. It’s a constant stretch -God knows - yeah, longer time for creativity but I’m hanging in there and, because of you, your kindness, with much pleasure, I may add.

Wishing you a comforting night/evening and, God willing, a marvelous Friday morning to vos.

Yours,
Fidel Guerra.

 

cheers!!

 

Cheers dude, thanks for coming in.