…the poet’s words are his lovers: all pregnant with dreams, carrying the weight of hope and fantasy in their literary wombs. Each syllable, a breath of life, each verse, a promise of worlds yet to be born. In the poet’s hands, the words intertwine in a seductive dance, enchanted by the glow of infinite creativity. They are seeds planted in the fertile soil of imagination, ready to blossom into stories that transcend time and space, weaving realities where logic gives way to the impossible and the heart finds its home in the most beautiful utopias.

In the poet’s words, each dream becomes a tangible reality, woven with threads of reverie. His lovers, the words, know no limits or barriers; they fly freely among the stars and dive into the depths of the human soul. With each stroke of the pen, he brings hidden universes to life, where the impossible becomes possible, and the everyday is bathed in an enchanted glow. In these realms of ink and paper, the poet is a creator god, and his words, divine progenitors of all the wonders the human heart can conceive. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer