Hello, Steemians
I do this post to thank the user 
Growing on a third world country like Venezuela, i appreciate this type of gestures with all my heart. I promise for me and for all the Spanish-speaking authors that i will do everything possible to raise the Hispanic community in Steemit so it can be recognized for all the hard work that is being done.
Musicians, writers, youtubers, painters, dancers, sculptors but, all Steemians wanting an opportunity in a place because it was never received before in their own countries.
I intend to do my best to show that there is talent and dedication in our community. Thank you very much,
Now i bring to you one of my poems translated to english, hope you like it.
I owed you this poem
First sister of the ruin
For tattooing my heart with Indian ink
For the emotion of that verse that saves you and murders you
And leave the skin fill with goosebumps
To you, my muse, for rescuing me from lethargy
For showing me that this mouth is mine
And that love has a bitter taste, that the return is long
And yet, it's worth loving every day
Some night and more than some
You have accompanied me while I threw stones at the moon
The days that dreams wake up on an empty stomach
And faithful loneliness is an unwelcome lover
I owe your bowler the reason for this riot
And some other verse that I have stolen
Also more than one kiss without lipstick
Since I discovered
The immense garden of sins
Goldfinch of canteen, throat with thorns
Master of this voice that tune
Pollution rain
You sing to the shadow that illuminates
To the roses that grow among the ruins
And it may be that I get old
Or that my heart cheats
Or it will be that the reason is that we have plenty of reasons
I know that what I owe does not fit in a poem
And yet, I write it to you
And yet, I write it to you
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