Monday, November 7, 2011
The One on Creativity
I want to create.
I want to learn how to play the piano.
I want my poetry to be big, to affect, have its effect, touch and feel at the same time.
I want the world to envelope me with the warmth of its colors.
I want the sounds of nature to sound like the keys of piano and guitar strings mixed with the coo of my mother.
I want to love like nothing has ever loved before.
I want to live.
I want to jump.
I want to give more than I have ever received.
I want to know.
I want to help.
I want to master the guitar, to sing like an angel, to smile like a princess.
I want to grow in trees.
To have the music cross and mutilate me.
I want to read all the books in the world.
To understand all that is written in prose and poetry.
So much to want, so little to do.