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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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
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...

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Demon? Perhaps both. Still. I miss you. I hope you regain Your wings And return to the light Someday.
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There is a star in the sky that is only mine... it look down at me and smiles and says: hey girl, how was your day? and I say, just fine!...
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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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