Dicen las malas lenguas
que no existe la muerte
solo el olvido...
Si debo elejir una,
la muerte
tiene mas dignidad
que el olvido.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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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...
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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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Is product of selfishness and lack of love. Started long. time ago. A brother killed his brother out of envy...and so...the War started.