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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The Cycle
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new o...
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There is a star in the sky that is only mine... it look down at me and smiles and says: hey girl, how was your day? and I say, just fine!...
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The woman in the mountain paused to pay attention to a foreigner. He did stop to ask for water and then he stayed...for a little while. Now ...
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I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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