esta nublada
el viento jugetea con las hojas
y los arboles danzan al vaiven
del tiempo...
me recuerdan mis sueños
que se han quedado
colgados en un rincon del tiempo...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
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...
-
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...
-
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!...
-
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 ...