I am not a Saint nor the perfect woman Seatting nicely at the table, perfectly trained to talk properly, behave like a lady and sound like one...
My days are hectic, running errands, working hard and trying to keep my head above the water...
I make mistakes, poor costly choices that break me in pieces and I put myself together with crazy glue( figuratively speaking) I am the best description of imperfection. Therefore, is not my place to judge, thus I forgive.
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A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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