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.
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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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... -
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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They stood there for you to see But you walked away... now they are dead, killed by the cold nights of an imminent winter of the soul...
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