At this time I would like to introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, one of this world's most sincere poem. Shit., I've seen fights but rarely one like yesterday's. The reason, a girl and as always, as beautiful as everything you could think beauty is all about. Naked shoulders, long and wavy hair, warm eyes, and I swear to God, the most amazing body and booty I have has ever seen next to los Andes. But, luckely, it was a fight of only words and no fists. Honestly, I was very pleased this ordeal didn't spill into something bigger or physical harm. Spanish from anywhere is awesome and so romantic, but in the heat of a jealous discussion it becomes monstrously simple: Its sound changes and it's so crude that it turns our thoughts and poetic language into not so romantic rocks. They carried on this argument for a short time but both guys ended up all exhausted and with a hoarse voice. This rage or fire of love burns like hell. I know strong feelings of love, as good as these might feel, likewise, these are bad medicine and that's for goddamn sure because I witnessed it. Fidel Guerra. Oregon ( Armenia) Jan 22, 2021.