Tiene el sabor semidulce
De una tarde de verano
La acidez de una toronja
Y el salado del mar...
Es fria como un desierto de hielo
Y fuerte como un hombre
Pero delicada como una dama
Te pega en la memoria
Y te aflora los sentidos
Y entre sorbo y sorbo
Te trae a la memoria
Recuerdos...sentimientos...
Y suenos...
Bartender: una margarita por favor!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sunday, April 14, 2019
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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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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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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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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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