Writer by heart. It seems that every now and then I take a look at your bio and something tells me something new.

I choose many diverse kind of friends, but it seems only a few of them stay mixing our bloods, our antibodies not attacking one another.

What is the nature of measure, is it in our intentions, in not expecting much from anyone, other than maybe some warm conversation.

But sometimes I expect, mostly from others, sometimes I have wants and dreams of the other. But this is the beauty, because we are siblings, I can give you all, while I expect nothing in return.

The last few days I been thinking. We learn and we’ll always learn, and the people around us may be (are) there to teach us. The question is, will they do so with the rod, enforcing with vigor, or will we lay down in the grass, during the dark of the night, and learn about the stars and how they reflect in our hearts.

The question lurks in a corner, though, what kind of teacher am I. But if I listen closely to your song, I’m both. I just need to choose my song.

May you forgive me when the rhythm is not the one you thought it was.

Thank you Agnes for being my Sister. May our fraternal love as patience, endure forever. Thank you for bringing the best of me.

Pablo