So I've met someone, she's still very far away but the feelings are as mutual as they come, theres interest in between, tastes that are common and hopes that are as close to being equals that they are almost one. A friend gave way to this meeting, talks about some indecent behavior, and later turning serious and more skinned down, the basics of telling each others' feelings, they are the same.

Strange occurrences really, she's young, If she weren't as smart as she is, if she weren't as strong as I've seen I don't believe I'd really feel this way, beautifully described, strongly written, her attitude towards people is as fierce as her words.

I've felt inspired since I've met, this girl, from a far away home, my home.

Musician, strong, cultured, so intelligent, beautiful, interested, feelings so mutual, I'll let my guard down so she can see my face, war scars and all, I'm not ashamed of them anymore, they're there and someone has to take them away. She's as hurt from this as I am, her "tough as a rock" her attitude says that, It's as strong as the rocks we stand on, she is one of the strongest girls I've met, It's like I said when I met her, "She's got more balls than most Guys I know".

And I'm going to step out, I know that, we're going to meet, I just hope my feelings make me talk of what I should and not back out, neither of us need something like that, she needs someone to make her see not all of us "Dumb Males" are the same, and I just need to know that, at least, one girl out there is not out to hurt me. And so I wrote something for her, in Spanish and added to this medium, added now for future reference and check up, after everything that needed to happen happened.. if that makes sense at all.

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No se, tal vez esté delirando ,
puede que esté caminando con los ojos
cerrados, pero acabo de encontrar a alguien que
los tiene abiertos.

Una sonrisa imaginada que interrumpe mi respiración,
cada vez que la encuentro me despierta la inspiración.

No se, tal vez esté soñando.
Hace tiempo que no dormía tranquílo y
largo, pero es un sueño del que no quiero
despertar.

Y si estoy loco, loco me quiero quedar,
te dedicaré las palabras, cada palabra de tí
es sagrada, ninguna palabra se desperdicia.
Y si estoy loco, loco me quiero morir,
lo que es mío es tuyo y con lo que quieras
te puedes quedar.

No se, tal vez esté imaginando,
pero aquí puedo seguir caminando y sin
tropezar, mi último camíno que recorrí
te decidiste cruzar.

Para Isela García Barraza, una autoproclamada
"Angel Negra".

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And so I'm dry for today.