But I have done, no more, than writing

To you who read me, I thank you for your eyes, for your moments of lucidity. If I have made you travel, imagine, forget your sorrows, get out of your own self, get to know you and know me better; I put together the palms of my hands on my chest and with a slight bow and pray I humbly recognize those minutes that you have spent in my lyrics and in my prose.

Writing I go through these walls and the window that is in front of me and I travel far, far, to go where you are.

I don't know you and you only know a little about me; but I know that you are there, that if you read me, something, something, something of what I say, of what I write, resonates and makes echo in you.

I know that these letters transcend distances, languages, cultures, social conditions, hair types and shapes, skin colors; they also jump through cities and towns, rivers and seas, deserts, jungles and savannas to get to where you are.

Today I have no more than to thank you, because I have stolen a few seconds, a few minutes of your time; to thank you because you´ve have dedicated a few clicks to me.

Now, please, go and do whatever you please, because to be happy, time is necessary and should not be ... wasted.

 

                    ∞∞∞∞…. ɷɷɷɷ …. ϰϰϰϰ …. ɷɷɷɷ…. ∞∞∞∞