d-pend I consider you

Brother in the "grief", lover of silence and his company, treasure hunter in the mud and garbage. Photographer of lives he longs for and never had, wandering among dreams without stopping at any, wonderful creature that finds distance in the vicinity, which dodges the wind and rain to stay with the air and water. Sad human artist, cheerful, nostalgic thirsting for memory in the deserts of oblivion. Alma written in verse, hands of irrational paper. Do not stop turning life into words and dreams. Be happy and be eternal, poet.