Your memories expand in my heart as I listen to your music.

There will be times in life when you have no one to wipe your tears except your own trembling hands.

Amparo
¡qué sola estás en tu casa
vestida de blanco!
(Ecuador entre el jazmín
y el nardo).
Oyes los maravillosos
surtidores de tu patio,
y el débil trino amarillo
del canario.
Por la tarde ves temblar
los cipreses con los pájaros,
mientras bordas lentamente
letras sobre el cañamazo.
Amparo,
¡qué sola estás en tu casa,
vestida de blanco!
Amparo,
¡y qué difícil decirte:
yo te amo!

There are different reasons why you write.
You write because...
...you're happy?
you're sad?
you're delighted?
you're mourning?
keeping a secret?
But whichever reason you have,
you still write what's inside.
What other people can't see,
can't decipher beneath the words you speak,
can't understand the emotions flowing
through the sentences you can't speak out loud.
You write, pouring the feelings you can't let out,
you write. using the words you once thought can't explain what you feel.
You write, thinking that someone out there can finally discern what you're hiding inside.

Given freely
Used honestly
Returned joyfully

Depression :
A. The depressing rememberances
or recollections
of the ultimate
black hole
before the
big bang
B. The conflict
of a body
that wants to live
and a mind that
wants to die