Ellas llegaron con el viento
una tarde cualquiera
nacieron de la tierra roja
que colorea los caminos
crecieron como el rio aquel,
el San Pablo y el San Pedro
que recorre aquel pueblo
perdido de Sona
donde jugaron de niñas
a corretear mariposas
o alcanzar estrellas
en las noches de luna llena...
Despues crecieron y
sus suenos se desvanecieron
en un fregado...
y un dia cualquiera
se iran con el viento
de vuelta a la tierra...
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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