Notes

I also liked being called SG by you. It was the first time I had the name abbreviated too. And what made it even more interesting is the fact that it happened in such an unexpectedly organic way.

Poetry, like a bird, has made a permanent nest in your heart, Di. And that bird has been singing in celebration; in mourning; in protest; in serenade to life and dreams blooming in your being like lotus flowers. This bird has been singing in your heart with each new sunrise on the horizon. Every heartbeat, every time you inhale and exhale, when you smile, when you let out a laugh, when a tear slips down your cheek, this is poetry. Your existence is poetry.

Feel free to share with me one of your favorite poems, the one that comes to mind when your eyes rest on this suggestion.

There is no need to thank you for those words of mine. I have in me the unshakable certainty that you have been changing the world, one world at a time. After all, each person is a world of their own, an entire universe. And you, Di, have touched these worlds, these universes, with gentle hands, though they have not always extended to your own world and universe the same courtesy and kindness. You seek to be light to those around you, even when you feel immersed in darkness. And when you light another being's flame, your flickering flame burns as if it could ignite the sky.

Due to the height differences between the three of us, if we went to a Halloween party, we could dress up, you, Di (spider) and myself as Addams. Di (spider) could be the Thing T. Thing. You could be Wednesday and I could be Lurch.

We could even reproduce this scene:

[https://bit.ly/3vWgtd7]

😂

"Maybe i can be your little spider hahaha."
Maybe I will accept this proposal. Haha.

It pleases me to know that my perspective has found an echo within you. You've certainly heard of the Red Thread of Fate belief. Well, imagine that this thread wraps around the heart of each being in place of fingers or ankles. Imagine that the strength of that thread is nourished by the cherished feeling. This thread can never be broken, even if time passes and a thousand lives are lived with the paths bifurcated in matter. What is born in matter, in the flesh and does not have deep roots in the spirit, perishes in the flesh, becomes dust. That which transcends matter, the flesh, that which is rooted in the spirit, will flourish even if in the aridity of the desert.

I enjoy conversations where the parties involved let themselves flow like two otters, without letting go of each other. And deep conversations are naturally found on the menu. However, I have found few people who just let the conversation be what it is meant to be. People stripped of expectations and pretensions. With an open chest and an exposed heart. What I have seen most are people wanting to undressing bodies only, and I want to undressing souls. I do not want conversations to burn out like a candle, the flame dying in itself. I want to go on burning, like the natural eternal flame. Not to mention that apparently I am intimidating.

As I finish dedicating these words to you, the song Haz de Luz [https://youtu.be/oujksjahSkQ] by the Spanish singer better known as Rayden sounds in my ears. And I wonder which song will be playing in yours when you are reading myself or dedicating your words to me. I feel that this song can make the ocean waters of your heart dance in gentle waves.