He stands in the middle. Majestic and strong. He is silent and yet he speaks so loud. He is a gigant endangered by our hands. He need us to stand up for him. He won't ask though. He is too proud to ask.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Saturday, January 19, 2019
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Como dijo aquella poeta...
Todo cambia...hasta una misma...
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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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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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