Before crossing the ocean again, before re-set foot on Tierramérica querida, first to greet once again the land that bore me and watched him grow, including suitcases, bicycles, friselle and limes, I inaugurate this-my-blog. Despite being a loyal supporter of the thoughts written in ink on paper, as well as the romantic lover of letters correspondence, the choices that life or fate has called me to do I-force-to place tiptoed unknown universe of blog to share space and virtual time with people I love and, despite myself, I will away.
This space is a platform for exchange with loved ones and with new friends, a bridge to share the new steps and those cross, lost, found ... I like to open with a poem about STEPS, exactly. Written in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, in June 2005, when already caught a glimpse of a long and colorful route on the map of life where every day we have the chance to decide on a direction - HACIADONDE - ...:
hacia WHENCE
My feet carry stories
games,
dances,
travel
Each mold
a footprint
a different tune
penetrating these
corn
coffee
fruit
Each form
a rumor
a light whisper
pointing out where I went
and where it will go.
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