The Warrior
stands
against the time
he looks
at the horizon,
with sadness
on his eyes
he too has been
laughed at,
punched on the face
left behind, ignored,
shamed, persecuted,
fallen down
on his knees...
his skin shows
the scars of war
the symbols
of his fights
he too
feels the pain
but he stands proud
and cut with the knife
merciless
whoever approaches
him
friend or foe
after all
he has forgotten
how to trust
how to care
how to love
he just know
how to survive
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... -
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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