Sometimes I like to fly high without the need to take airplanes
I do not know better wings than the imagination
No better engine than the heart
I recognize pain because I have felt it
And happiness because I've lived it
I have learned to love however I do not know what it is to hate
I still think hatred is for cowards
And love for the brave
I have bitten the dust on so many occasions that I smell the earth from afar
I know of defeats and failures rather than victories
And I have tried more the soil than the sky
But in the end I always get up to look at the enemy with height
When I refer to enemies I also speak of myself
I have become fond of the vertigo that precipices produce me
And to a continuous line of tachycardias of the day to day of this life
I still have my eyes full of hope
And although my hands hurt to scratch so much dirt
I will always find a time to write all the words
If I want something, it's that I do not get stuck
In the end, happiness is simple
I just ask for some paper and ink
And enough strength not to give up
That every morning I decide to move
And so the world will move with me
To follow,
Keep writing ...
Laughing more than crying
Loving more than hating
Learning and reinvented
Allowing me to be human at one time ...
Follow and continue
And never stop doing it...