He arrived wearing his soul clean, he brought joy to the little girl with her silly fears, she was immensely frustrated for never having kissed, she had had several opportunities, but she didn't want to disappoint her beloved, and if he doesn't like it, spread it around if the kiss is sloppy, then my God I'll be an aunt like the old maids in the past, she was a little neurotic virgin, she was unhappy for fear of being happy, but a great knight in armor arrived riding his chestnut to rescue the maiden from the humiliation of at thirteen years old still not having exchanged saliva with the opposite sex, joking, I just embellished it a little, it was a humble boy who approached her at lunchtime at school, asked to hold her hand and said words she had never heard, little by little she lost all fear, all anxiety, none of those fears remained in her head, he was still talking when she tilted her head, I don't know how to explain how the scene was from then on, because I kissed that mouth as soon as she gave the cue, all I could hear was some screams of the school staff in a big chorus, until finally, until finally.
Jonas r Cezar
Elias was born a nobody. No one looked at him, no one listened to him. He learned to smile, to listen with his soul, and to speak with his heart. How do you know so much about love? "I was waiting for you," he replied, his voice like a breeze that caresses the soul. From then on, they were no longer invisible. Together they shone, proving that even the smallest can become someone unforgettable, like shooting stars in the darkest night.
An actor prepares, the litle is in spanish because it is my language, this is the first book that I have to become an actor, fortunality I am in a theater group called La Dictadura. And I'm not sure if acting is my thing, but I'm going to enjoy it for now.
I long to be a king, yet my soul craves to roam free. I dream of wealth and golden rings, but not at the cost of humility. I yearn to be truly loved, but fear the price I cannot see.
In silence, there’s a song, a corner where we belong. Solitude is not despair, it’s an embrace beyond compare.
Who said that being alone can’t make a whole world grow? There, in stillness, lies the treasure, happiness no one can measure.
I'm not good at writting in english,
I have never read a poem in english.
But the abstract silence of my room
forces me to write it and bloom.