Dúvidas de uma mente que escreve

If I'm a writer?
I don't know.
If I'm a teacher? Who can speak it?
but I know teach,
I know the power of words can do
but I don't understand completely the human soul
But I can use imagination
But I can use my heart
That's a question curious
What am I?
I'm a girl, aren't I?
I'm a poetry, aren't I?
I used to write when I were loving
I close my eyes for few minutes
I see nothing,
I see something
I see something that no longer exists
or is there?

I am Gusto ( gusto = entusiasmo)

I am gusto! Why? Because  I can love!
I can fly again.
You aren't a dreams,  I'm feeling it!
It's real.
When I say 'do you love me?', I know you love me, but I want you speak for me.

You are, for me, my guardian angel...
It's great! I'm very fine. I love again....
The funny to be irrigation my life again.
I'm interested in be happy...