I'm so sad today. Reading my poetry I realized how far I am, more than ever, of reaching my one main dream, the dream of having my poetry book published in spanish and seen it in all main libraries, and book stores internationally, but specially in my country Puerto Rico and in my small home town, when I once knew almost everyone there and was liked by many sweet people I have now lost contact with. These small town people knew of my dreams and always supported me, but I got lost in myself and my dream got to big...now reading my old poems I wish I could go back to them to turn them in what they once where, but they are not the same, their magic got lost in translation, in editing and now they are just a semi perfect copy of what they where, that little imperfection beauty called poetry and free verse is now a mix of political correct words that had lost most of it context and meaning. And I'm sad, because looking for perfection my once magic world of words got lost...My dream ...
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