dear friend kriol,
i love to stroll
in your hall, dear;
it stirs me up, dear.
it’s where i steer
my thoughts and feelings,
feeling no fear,
seeing all clear,
dealing with the doubts
that are in my near,
and knowing how to
navigate my sphere.
i feel full
because you fulfill
my feelings,
filling my emptiness.
when i dive
inside your tide,
i feel like
i am more alive,
it seems like
i could deem
what words would fit
within the world
i want to build,
where love is the key
to make lives 'more free'.
dear friend kriol,
you see, if i started
to understand who i was,
it was because
of what your code does.
who i was?
who i am?
i organized my mayhem
and my understanding stemed
from the system you coded:
the language,
the philosophy,
that i engaged with
to feel so free,
that i used with wit
to read myself.
kriol,
it was you who helped me
to communicate with the world
i was born in, so i sworn that
i would live and love you
and spread you with craft,
because it was you who taught me
how to navigate my thoughts,
and you were there always lurking
in my first steps in talking
and in my first talks in walking.
it was you who drove me
into breaking ropes
and expressing love
for the first time,
to make my first rhyme,
to climb over my first fright
and find words to describe
my first kiss…
so sweet!
kriol, it was in you that
i was building all my jokes,
enchanting all my songs,
you were living in my jaws
and screaming with my lungs,
sometimes just to jolt joy,
some short, some long,
some warm, some cold,
sharing a swarm of emotions.
dear kriol,
for me it is such a luck
to write you this card,
but i would prefer another tack
for this task,
because
writing to you in english...
fuck!... it sucks.
