y me pregunto en silencio
si ha valido la pena...
aún sigo con el mismo acento
los mismos miedos,
las mismas penas...
para que desgarrarnos tanto
para alcanzar los sueños,
si al final es todo
la misma mierda!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...

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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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Can you imagine the world without the sun? The sky without a cloud? A river without water? Can you imagine the monotony of the trees witho...
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Yo complain so much But you have your hands. With them you can work And make a living. You can plant roses Or fix a car... Or build a ...
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