Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, January 4, 2019
Encuentro
Bueno, que te cuento? Ayer me encontre con la vida. Hacia mucho tiempo que no sabia de ella y de pronto se me aparecio en la puerta. Como siempre altanera, lista para golpearme en la cara y dejarme con un ojo morado. La agarre por los pelos y le dije que ya basta. Que estoy harta de sus necedades. Se quedo callada y me dejo tranquila. Pero volvera, siempre regresa con el dolor y la pena. Ella es asi. Es la vida.
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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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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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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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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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