The way I see the stars... Asi es como yo veo las estrellas...
miércoles, 12 de febrero de 2014
For you, from Will Cooper. 11 Tuesday Feb 2014 Posted by colleenhoover.com
So, I read this in http://colleenhoover.com/ blog and I loved it, so I´m sharing it with you.
(to read the complete post go to: http://colleenhoover.com/2014/02/11/for-you-from-will-cooper/#comment-50549 )
An ode to Kaci.
I write and perform poetry.
Some might laugh at that.
Some only wish they had the courage to do it.
It’s a very private, intimate process—putting
down on paper.
It’s a much scarier thing to
those words in front of strangers.
to speak those words in front of people I
As an artist, I think it’s necessary to surround myself with people who are also artists.
Or at the very least, people who can
that part of me.
Because it’s who I am.
It’s what I’m all about.
Whether you’re a musician,
or a poet,
the need to be understood by at least one other person is vital to the passion.
To know that the
make another person feel even a
of what you felt while creating it is what drives the passion for creativity.
It’s not the
that an artist craves.
The first night I introduced that side of myself to Layken, I could see the appreciation in her eyes.
fell from her eyes as she watched the very first performance on the stage, I
As little as I knew her in that moment, that
was testament to
I had been missing in my life up to that point.
Someone I could
Someone who would
Someone who could grab my hand and take a step back and look at the world and see it how
I didn’t want someone who looked at a tree and just saw a
I wanted someone who looked at a tree and saw a
and the story of how that seed
I didn’t want someone who looked at a child and saw a
I wanted someone who looked at a child and saw a young woman and a young man and a
and a love story that blossomed into a
I didn’t want someone who looked at an old church and saw
I wanted someone who looked at an old church and saw the
hands that built it
weddings that took place in it
, the loved ones whose lives were
in it, the
I didn’t want someone who looked at a book and saw a
I wanted someone who looked at a book…
and went to the places written about
the characters within it.
I didn’t want someone who finished a book and
I wanted someone who finished a book and
I knew by looking at that one tear as it made the journey down Layken’s cheek…that I wasn’t just looking at a
I was looking at someone who saw the world the same way I did.
Not everyone in my life will always understand my passion.
Not everyone will appreciate it, and that’s okay. Love exists in many different forms and art is only
know is that when I find someone who appreciates my passion…it’s important to thank them.
It’s important to let them know that their passion for my words are what drives my own passion.
If you’re one who sees the world in words,
It takes more than a
to keep art
It takes people like you who don’t just
July E. Gzn
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