Tu le has devuelto
la tinta a mi pluma
y el papel se alegra
sintiendo las letras
engendrar nuevos poemas...
Se habia secado hace tiempo
la fuente de vida,
la seco un extranjero
que se bebio mis noches
y me dejo vacia...
Que extraño es sentir
las ideas otra vez
inundar el papel
como una fuente corriendo...
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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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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... -
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning... -
The beautiful clown looked so sad She danced in a careless world And made them laugh... She shed a tear or two but no one cared...they ju...
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