Tengo una tarde soleada
Para regalarte
Unos sueños locos que nunca alcanze
Varias uñas rotas y un alma cansada
De llorar un sueño que nuca fue.
Tengo mil horas que aun faltan
Millones de sueños por ser
Quiero empezarlos contigo
Como la primera vez.
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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