Jorge

Convlusions in my heart, inescapable if they hit the air

I must,

Write them down and seal them, on the light stone with infinite space called

paper.

My thoughts moving swiftly, it's like a maze inside. But they key is

the pen.

How are you my dear friend? I made friends with my soul and angels who

listened.

O my god, there it goes!  An idea! If I don't set it in stone what use does

it have?

Empower me O God, that my descendants may rejoice and benefit

from this.

I don't write for myself, but write for You.  And for them. And for her.

I write.