Essence

With a cold beer in my hand, I feel ideas coming and going, thoughts about the world,
but always thinking about you.

Being a poet is tough and thoughts of not being one is not easy either.
I know I could solve the mystery of poetry, but of course, I won't, I'm very busy.

Maybe it's for the best I know anything about creating poetry and, as I continue writing, perhaps, as far as to the ecuator, still meet these words I never felt before.

Poetry, all my thoughts are of her, my family, nature, my friends, close or far away,
to whatever I now know and don't know why, to eternity and today.

Poesía,
my search is over. It ends here.
You win, is all about you.!

In English or Spanish, I do love reading your poems, my dear friend
Poetry has a different meaning for every soul, and yours is very sensitive, you have exactly what poetry needs.

Hugs from my Buenos Aires .

Cecy,
I want you to know this is my first response,
ever, to an English writing and, what a joy.~

I believe that good books in English or Spanish inspire, even someone like me, to try to write. Now, for the first time, out of nowhere, comes a story, weird or not, but a story that's writing itself. I'm just, Fidel, the innocent bystander, so amazed of what comes up on the screen as I write to you, my dear and kind friend.

When I write I don’t remember how I got here or
if I have dollars or pesos in my wallet.
I just question my thoughts and that’s all.

Thank you very mucho and love,

Always,

Fidel.