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Your profile update is a public service, honestly. Still 41, still holding the line for actual language exchangeârespect. Also, fully support your mission to learn âthe basics of all languages.â Ambitious and amusing.
ÂĄHola! ÂżCĂłmo estĂĄs?
Mi nombre es Evandro y me gustarĂa practicar mi español. VivĂ durante mĂĄs de treinta años en Estados Unidos, donde trabajĂ© con ordenadores e internet. AdemĂĄs de ser ciudadano estadounidense, tambiĂ©n soy ciudadano brasileño y ciudadano español. Debido a que solo hablo español con AmĂ©rica Latina (vĂa soporte), mi español tiene frases y manĂas lingĂŒĂsticas argentinas, mexicanas, tex-mex, etc. Me gustarĂa intercambiar aprendizajes en inglĂ©s o portuguĂ©s, donde soy nativo por el español de MĂĄlaga, que es la tierra de mi abuelo.
Estoy jubilado y decidĂ volver a vivir a Brasil. Como trabajĂ© con ingenieros reciĂ©n salidos de la universidad, me gusta la mĂșsica moderna, el rock, el pop, el techno, el hip-hop y bailar (creo que es mi sangre malagueña). Siempre he viajado mucho. Puedo hablar de muchos temas como la economĂa, la historia, la geografĂa, la cultura, los lugares que he visitado, las costumbres locales, la filosofĂa, la psicologĂa... Soy un hombre alegre al que le gusta hablar con la gente, independientemente de su nivel cultural. No te arrepentirĂĄs de convertirte en mi amigo.
ÂżEstarĂa interesada en escribirme? Gracias de antemano por su respuesta.
Cordialmente,
Evandro Ponce Muñoz
THE SKIES BREATHE WITH YOU
Your gaze, the first river birthed by dawnâ
flowers bow to your stream, singing with their roots.
Your hair, a mist unraveling on mountain peaks:
curl by curl, you rain down upon the wildwoods.
When your fingertips brush a doveâs wing,
fields weave an indigo carpet from dewdrops.
Your footprints awaken daffodils in Mother Earthâs wombâ
each step pregnant with the birth of a star!
When your lips speak, oak trees take root in the sky,
your shadows teach the cliffs the sunâs tongue.
If your laughter is a storm, then I
am a ship with shattered oarsâ
you, the hurricane steering my course.
You are;
a wheat fieldâs love letter to the wind,
a gemstone cascading from a volcanoâs blaze,
the seed of the Milky Way glowing in nightâs embraceâŠ
Beside you, even pebbles recite verse,
for the earth rewrites its poem
with every breath you take.
Look,
birds unfurl their wings for youâ
the rainbow blushes to color your shadow!
Mr. Poem
Your gaze, the first river birthed by dawnâ
flowers bow to your stream, singing with their roots.
Your hair, a mist unraveling on mountain peaks:
curl by curl, you rain down upon the wildwoods.
When your fingertips brush a doveâs wing,
fields weave an indigo carpet from dewdrops.
Your footprints awaken daffodils in Mother Earthâs wombâ
each step pregnant with the birth of a star!
When your lips speak, oak trees take root in the sky,
your shadows teach the cliffs the sunâs tongue.
If your laughter is a storm, then I
am a ship with shattered oarsâ
you, the hurricane steering my course.
You are;
a wheat fieldâs love letter to the wind,
a gemstone cascading from a volcanoâs blaze,
the seed of the Milky Way glowing in nightâs embraceâŠ
Beside you, even pebbles recite verse,
for the earth rewrites its poem
with every breath you take.
Look,
birds unfurl their wings for youâ
the rainbow blushes to color your shadow!
Mr. Poem
ItÂŽs not actually a language site. ItÂŽs a penpal site, with the possibility of language exchange being optional. Important difference.
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