Things write themselves inside me.
\nI find words in bushes,
\nin a sandbox of roads and bridges.
\nThey come and go like imaginary friends.
\nThey have their own reality.
\nThey have unblemished faces.
\nThey pour from a chamber in my heart.
\nThey are the sound of an inaudible silence,
\nshouting in my soul.
\nI am surrounded by their arms.
\nThey adorn the faces
\nof everything around me.
\nI walk in the valley of words.
\nThey breathe with hands
\nthat touch the earth,
\nand return with poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Things write themselves inside me. I find words in bushes, in a sandbox of roads and bridges. They come and go like imaginary friends. They…<\/p>\n