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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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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