The Harpy eagle got tired of the same landscape day in and day out. She needed to fly away
Into the excitment of the unknown. So she flew higher and farther until she no longer could see the fields that she loved once. Up in the peak of new mountains she found her peace again.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, January 14, 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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