I like.

I know how it feels to not wanting to write anything even though you are dying to let it all out. I seem to have it now. I don't know if this is what they call a writer's block but I have it. Whatever I am writing lately isn't satisfying e or making me feel better. I am sorry you are going through this even though now I am comfortable to the idea that I'm not the only one with this situation. Selfish, I know. I am so sorry.

However, you wanted to express how much you are desperate and I sensed that despair here all throughout the piece, in your words. The 'hungry', 'pale' and 'shivers' words really gave me that impression. I could tell how anxious you were by that time. I right away imagined you looking desperatly at a paper, knowing nt how to start taking out what you feel inside down on it. Then pondring a bit upon all the things surrounding it, and feeling totally unable. It really felt sad.

'souls were scattered,
dreams were broken

and I haven't touched
it ever since.'

How awesomely you ended it! I love when a poet incorporate 'souls' or 'universe' or whatever that refers to endlessness to their work, it makes me feel that they wanted to express that perfect, sad beauty you find in those little imperfections. You just showed me that clearly here. I hope you write more and find inspiration in anything, a song, a poem, an event...I hope you write again because you do it perfectly, dear Yakz. I loved this one from you, thanks for sharing.

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Oh and I LOVE how you titled it in Spanish. Original! It feels like... I don't know, magical and your tone there is, again, anxious. The 'ch' sound is perfect. Yay.