El sol me pega en la cara
como la realidad del dia
me despierta y me hace ver
los colores reales de la vida
que tibio se siente sobre mi rostro!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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Listen to the silence That speaks about the goodbye That we never said... Listen to the footsteps That sneak into our souls And scare t...
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To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times ...
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