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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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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