Cuando el tiempo pase y todos esos sueños se desvanescan, se te escapen entre los dedos como un torrente de agua, cuentame un cuento de hadas, donde los villanos mueran, la niña pobre encuentre su principe azul y sus zapatitos de cristal. Donde las brujas malas obtengan su merecido y los poderosos aprendan a ser humildes. Echame una de esas historias de niños, donde al mentiroso le crece la nariz, y al lobo malo lo mate el cazador. Refina tus abilidades de cuentista, y adapta las historias de chiquillos para que se ajusten a nuestra realidad, y podamos al fin decir: y colorin colorado, este cuento se ha acabado!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
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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Demon? Perhaps both. Still. I miss you. I hope you regain Your wings And return to the light Someday.
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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!...
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Can you imagine the world without the sun? The sky without a cloud? A river without water? Can you imagine the monotony of the trees witho...
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