Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, May 3, 2019
El Amor y La Flor
Un caminante recojio una flor en el desierto. Bajo el sol ardiente la flor moria poco a poco. Pero el caminante la beso y la flor volvio a vivir. El caminante bajo el sol ardiente empezo a morir. La flor entonces salto a sus labios y se transformo en agua...y el caminante vivio...el amor verdadero se sacrifica...como la flor...
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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
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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Demon? Perhaps both. Still. I miss you. I hope you regain Your wings And return to the light Someday.
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There is a star in the sky that is only mine... it look down at me and smiles and says: hey girl, how was your day? and I say, just fine!...
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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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