Sunday, December 30, 2018
Listen
To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times with friends from long ago...long weekends at the beach...dancing in the streets on carnival season...flirting with the neighborhood kids...and laughing with the girls about those same kids...ah! Those were the good times....that is why I listen to the music.
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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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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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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... -
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.
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