ah! the food comfort
that reminds you
of the ice cream truck
and all the children
running in desperation
gathering around
in the hope to make it
through the line
before the last scoop
of ice cream
sells out...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, March 11, 2019
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The Broken Glass
Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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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 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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