When words become passion and feelings

In certain occasions many people venture to write in prose, which is my forte with which I partly defend myself; but there are also those kinds of people who write stories, short stories or novels. They all tell stories that way, with dialogues, adventures, etc. But almost always it is the chosen way to express and to carry out an idea, a feeling perhaps a memory and even a need or an emptiness, but seldom it is done in verse.   

The verse so named by many has been a way out for nostalgia, need, love, pain, sadness, joy, life, death, work, profanity. Many themes have touched the muses with their rhymes, with their poems.  Sometimes I have written poetry, but always thinking that they are beautiful songs, I have looked among myself a specific and different way of doing it, but I can not, it is impossible but if there are many people I admire who come out with such fluidity and naturalness.    

People with a great sensitivity and a feeling so strong that give me God, a great envy just remembering (laughs), but in turn give so much pride that the heart swells with life itself by contemplating their talents and way of expressing feelings so sensitive and abstract that they draw the most beautiful of impossible dreams.  

To see the sensitivity of a human being, those who know how to choose and mold the most precious details into letters, those who know how to place the details that many cannot see are the ones that make you feel that life ends and begins again, with new and graceful colors, nuances, and rough dimensions.