They would be gossiping all day
about the things that they see
about the tears that they hear
and the sadness they perceive
they will talk about the joy
once they saw, and the sunny days
of the past. About the dreams,
they will talk....if they could
they would have...
but they are silence instead
and for that I am glad...!
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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... -
Is product of selfishness and lack of love. Started long. time ago. A brother killed his brother out of envy...and so...the War started.
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They walk with me wherever I go They paint my walls And sneak on my dreams Like snakes they sneak On my memory And pursue me Night and day...
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