So much that sometimes it hurts...
But who cares right...?
Is the game of the mouse, the cat, and the dog...
Me being the mouse...
Guess what? The mouse
For being little is faster
Hides better and perhaps
It is the smarter one...
Maybe equiped with better survirvor skills...?!
Don't mind. It is not about you
This time it is about me. I still care though...but
I need to care more about me.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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The Rose Bud
A new rose bud comes, wrapped in a blanket of cold and snow A tiny ray of sun and love That shines and brights The darkness nights The ex...
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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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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...
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se me antoja que la vida es como ellas... pasajera e incierta que nos depara esa nube gris que se acerca lentamente en la distancia? traera ...
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