I like your goodness, more than I like your pranks.

I like it when you're holy, much more when you're impure.

I like your look, seeing me as if nothing had happened.

I like it when you make me say things, and just by kissing you I don't tell you anything .

I like how this draft I make on the first try, more than I like it, when I "polish" my posts.

I like it more than I like the price of hive exceeding its value by more than a dollar, I like it the same when its price comes below; because of that bitcoin that collapses.

I like it much more than what people write to me to fill my writings with comments, I also like it when a whale values ​​me and there are zero comments.

I like to find you every day, and lose you in some also for those reasons of life's agenda.


I like to tell you in words, ten, twenty, two hundred, a thousand, two thousand and all those that without number, are necessary to capture many votes or sometimes go unnoticed and not get any.

I like it a lot , that you are present at every moment, trying to get ideas and capture them in my publications. I also like when those days come when I just don't think, within my creativity, to do nothing.

I like it early in the morning when everyone is quiet in my house, I play music in English and come down, with my muse, to talk about interesting things that end up in a post. And also in the morning (rarely) to write to you and describe you just as I can describe the sunrise.

I like it forced, I like it reciprocated, I like that you are part of me, and to a great extent: you are my food. I like it disheveled, I like it colorful, I like it planned and I like it much more, when I speak bluntly and with the firm conviction that frees my soul, beyond winning something, I like to feel free in you, repeating and combining: Words...