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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