I linger over Fidel’s old writings and enjoy a second cup of cinnamon tea. This poetic-English sense it's making its appearance but ain’t rushing to get to the forum again or just yet. I drive by, nicely with my burden of curious thoughts and holding on the bullshit, perhaps for an other day or when beers allow me to. Naughty girl sweetest solitude, I’m here, screeching my thoughts and exposing my shallow poetry to your delicious world. I was wondering if you like Bryndis group? Fidel Guerra, Oregon, Jan 2, 2021.