De gritarle al viento
que te amo
y que no me importa
lo que piense la gente
que se vayan al diablo
las normas y las leyes
y se mueran de celos
los odiosos retrogrados!
Pero me cubro la boca
y me callo...
Despues de todo la heroina
no es tan valiente!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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Our Stories
We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it...
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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