May our voice never tremble when inspiration knocks at the door at midnight.
May we not remain silent about what burns, even if it scorches the tongue.
May poets never lack the spark that sets fire to the blank page,
nor the necessary wound to write with invisible blood on the margin of time.
May reason sharpen the word
and feeling push it into the void,
like someone throwing a bottle into the sea without knowing on which shore it will be found.
And may what is said not be just sound,
but heartbeat.
May it pass through paper, the book, history,
and find a home in some chest willing to listen.
Thank you for stopping.
This is not just a text:
it is a bridge.
Cross it.
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