The walk is long. For some is shorter. Sometimes is harder. But for others is easier. We are walkers who wonder...we walk together. Sometimes we are alone...sometimes we join someone. We talk to each other, we share our dreams, our thoughts, our hopes...sometimes we listen, sometimes we don't...sometimes we care and sometimes we don't...but we should care. Somehow we should.
You see, life is too short, the sun heats up, the winter is cold, spring and fall go by to soon, and it is with our friends where we found the joy, the love and support to keep walking.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
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