Poetry, to write what I can’t say. To let it flow calm and slow. To lift off and let go.
Poetry, to free my dreams. To show my love, nest my sorrows and share my joy.
To define once and again the meaning of friendship, the power of pleasure, the deepness of bliss.
Poetry, to sail alone with my traumas and self-love. To submerge in total freedom and then float.
Poetry, to cry and scream. To admire and hate to listen and play.
Gina M. Lacayo