English,portuguese speaker. Accomodation industry experienced 4 yrs
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Senior (55+)Accents
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a support carpenter. I first seek the wood, rough or smooth, so inclined with my hands. I touched the scent. I smell the colder. Pass my fingers over the frightened integrity through the silence of the system until I sleep, or pass to another body, or take off my clothes or submerge myself in the health of the good in its round ramparts. The second thing I do is cut with the sizzling soul. The table recently selected from the table rise diverse is like liberated, splitting fragrant, strong, and distant. And so now my poem have attack. A whole caroling arrives beside the road be inherited by the sea. As a poet baker, I prepare the fire, the floor delivering the hurt and I'm involved up. So the elbows needing the light of the open, the green water of language. So the bread that happens to me, search itself in the bakery. I am and I know how further they know it. A blacksmith by destiny, or at least I sponsored for everyone. And for myself, mythological poetry with such open patronage. I did not forge ardent bones. I was a solitary arm monger seeking broken horseshoes are flowered with my slag to a region without inheritance, illuminated by the wind that I found new medals that I convert into words. I understand that my experience as metaphysical or hands may not serve poetry, but I grew out my clowns attracting my words, and those are the poor recites I learned with my own hands. If they are pro probably useless in the practice of poetry. I immediately relent. I smile for the future and retired in advance.