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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