I love those who have no size and those who overflow themselves. I love those who do not seek and those who find themselves. I love those who conjugate verbs that always fit two human feelings: love & Compassion. I love eyes that pray in colors, shed tears and fall in love with life’s flavors. I love the ingenuity of the seeds, the coincidences of no coincidence, gratitude, promises, plans, memories and even expectations. I search for a mouth that when it verses its thorns, also knows how to be medicine. I celebrate a crowd that is in me, even silent. I exercise words that risk to make happiness fit in the span of the kiss. I suffer from moon to my roots, cloud, butterflies and calendars. I suffer from deep my flesh and soul, miracles, miseries and abundances. I am one of these poor blessed whom loves and loves so much … ❤️️
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Beatriz Esmer 