si pudieras ver el sol entrar por la ventana…
mirar las hojas verdes en las ramas,
escuchar el agua cayendo en la cascada
golpeando las rocas en picada…
esta jungla de cemento
que intenta recrear la naturaleza
no es mas que un juego del hombre
que pretende competir con Dios.
Que tontos somos…!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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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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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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