We are already dead
without even knowing
and we are walking dead
in a land of zombies...
What if we are just dreaming
that we are alive
but we are dead inside
dead to the light
that bright our days
dead to the wind
that refresh our souls
dead to the love
that grows around us...
what if...will you care?
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, November 16, 2018
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The Broken Glass
Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times ...
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Listen to the silence That speaks about the goodbye That we never said... Listen to the footsteps That sneak into our souls And scare t...
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