My Dear Reader,

My Dear Reader,

I write for those of you who will understand me.

You, across the world, who will know me.

I overcome shame,

insecurity,

embarrassment,

and I tell you the truth.

For you, who will know me.

(and I have to do that – to avoid blasphemy. Because others before have done so for me.)

I break my personal space.

I smash my cool persona.

For You,

and for Art.

It is April.

Dance, and music,

and art.

They are in my heart.

In every vain.

Like blood.

And when they are honest they are strong.

I feel the ecstasy of the sun,

The strong light,

Ha!

I’ll break the ice,

I’ll come through,

I’ll open my heart,

I’ll clean it for you.

I have stood on the shoulders of the virtuous.

Those giants!

I will be virtuous,

For you.

You, who know me,

if you wonder, then know this:

I have stood in daylight

I have tried in every stride.

I clean my heart, to the detail, for you.

I stand in the sun.

Be happy.

Every man who has been honest,

who has loved,

every each one,

they shined.

I have seen them.

I can feel them.

You have seen them too.

Those who have

ears will hear and

those who have eyes will see.

Clean you heart!

Clear your mind.

Be free.

Walk among men, like a man too.

And let your hearts be on high.