Life is like a carnival
Where everyone wears a mask
And dance a walz we call love
One to three one to three
Now I do love you now I do not.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Saturday, March 9, 2019
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The Rose Bud
A new rose bud comes, wrapped in a blanket of cold and snow A tiny ray of sun and love That shines and brights The darkness nights The ex...
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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...
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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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se me antoja que la vida es como ellas... pasajera e incierta que nos depara esa nube gris que se acerca lentamente en la distancia? traera ...
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