Poetry is the most intimate part of me. That part that emerges from my deepest self, from those areas of shadow and light that are partly unaware of my conscience, but more authentically mine. Poetry is my deepest self. Poetry is the words I say to myself and their obsessive repetition. The magic of their composition and their shape and the unknown rules that govern them. It is my internal music, constant, albeit different every time. It is what emerges at night in drowsiness and that in the morning crystallizes in a scattered sheet, searched quickly. It is the fear of forgetting everything that arises so fast. It is the fear of reaching the end without remembering the beginning. It is my creator power. My imperfect beauty. My inner child giving a gift to life. Poetry is catharsis in times of need. What does not give me peace until it finds an exit. What consoles me and plaques me. What gives me strength and nourishes me. Welcome, donate, exchange poetry. In the poetic act, the sacred is revealed, between curious and primordial souls. Sacredness and gratitude. Poetry is life. It is the way. My way.