de beberme el sol cada mañana
de respirar la brisa en mi ventana
de besar con mis dedos tus cabellos
y acariciar tu cuerpo con mi alma...
voy zigzageando por la vida
sin tener un rumbo definido
y bebo un poco más de la mañana
y respiro una vez más en mi ventana
a ver si así mas ebria yo consigo
terminar de tumbarme y asi te olvido
ó sumergirme en las aguas de tu río.
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... -
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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She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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