It runs like a snake from extreme to extreme of the country
bringing life, and yet, one day, it just rises like a giant
bringing death...getting back what is rightfully his...
leaving misery behind, like an unfaithful men,
destroying, like an angry warrior...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
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The Cycle
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new o...
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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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