Do not let the day end without having grown a bit, without being happy,
without having risen your dreams.
Do not let overcome by disappointment.
Do not let anyone you remove the right to express yourself,
which is almost a duty.
Do not forsake the yearning to make your life something special.
Be sure to believe that words and poetry it can change the world.
Whatever happens, our essence is intact.
We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis.
We breakdowns, hurts us, teaches us, makes us protagonists of our own history.
Although the wind blow against the powerful work continues:
You can make a stanza. Never stop dreaming, because in a dream, man is free.
Do not fall into the worst mistakes: the silence.
Most live in a dreadful silence. Do not resign escape.
“Issued by my screams roofs of this world,” says the poet.
Rate the beauty of the simple things.
You can make beautiful poetry on little things, but we can not row against ourselves. That transforms life into hell.
Enjoy the panic that leads you have life ahead. Live intensely, without mediocrity.
Think that you are the future and facing the task with pride and without fear.
Learn from those who can teach you. The experiences of those who preceded us in our “dead poets”, help you walk through life.
Today’s society is us “poets alive.” Do not let life pass you live without that.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
“At first, it didn’t feel right.
Several times later, still ,
awkwardness. Lingering on.
then it prolonged ‘till I fell into the hole.
the one I’ve created. from fear.
The hands reaching out were dejected.
but the smiles given were there,
and I was reassured , outside the hole
was a good place.
All was too late.
I couldn’t climbed up. the hole became
one familiar place. it was my shield.”
I knew I became the invisible girl that I was in your last two years of high school.
but all the smiles and kindness (and understanding) all of you had for me , I was beyond grateful for them.
I wish you all millions of laughter and love in your days to come.
I wish you and your loved ones always with great and magnificent health.
May you never stop transforming dreams to reality.