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I've had a magical childhood. I  connected with poetry before I could read and write it. My mother reminded me that I invented my poems by reciting them aloud and dramatized many of them with overflowing passion. A  little Game, a  little magic, I found in poetry a destiny that I share with humanity in a casual and extraordinary way. I always thought that poetry was not an act of intelligence but a scenographic imposition of the soul. It is not a  profession or a trade, but a destiny.  It is brilliant, phantasmagorical, dazzling,  prophetic and an indivisible experience. My insertion in metaphysics and Tarot or the 78 degrees of wisdom, my  interest  in Naturopathy and Emotional Code,  the Genealogical Family Map  and  The Improvement or Conception  of Critical Thinking were connected with my own need to recover the lost balance, to know myself  and develop subjective faith. Both, poetry and inner knowledge led me to what William Blake brilliantly described in his famous quote: "Great things happen when men and mountains  meet. " Exceptional events appeared in my life when I was ready to receive them and they took a sharp and positive turn to my spiritual and physical life. I believe we live in an imperfect world where we must produce harmony,   and  the only way to do that is by creating a vision of balance and prosperity. The universe is created in such a way, that we should always be able to be  in control of our mind, personality, and  emotions. We are recipients of boundless mastery in all aspects of our physical world.  We just need to reach that goal. Today I am dedicated to helping those who want or must find a way, motivated by despair or desire by awakening or the need to connect with oneself. And I give my poetry to the world because God gave me this destiny to share with the world.  There is no greater relief  than being what you want to be. However, both, the healer and the poet will always be reactivated by the desire of the other.

I love and embrace the opportunity.


Dios salve a la Reina

a la reina madre 

a la reina obrera de huesos dolidos y pobre salario...

que Dios salve a la reina Abuela que dejo su tierra y creyo que America era una promesa de rosas y canto.....

Que Dios salve a la reina 

de todos los males

de todos los miedos 

que habitan la tierra. 

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