Besa el nino enamorado
A la madre que lo vela
Besa la abuela amoroza
La cabeza de su nieta
Besa la joven doncella
Al principe de sus suenos
Y hasta una mujer madura
Da la vida por un beso...
Le roba un viejo atrevido
Algunos besos a la vida
Y yo callada lo observo
Y murmuro quedamente
Por un beso de mi amado
Por un beso...que daria!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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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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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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The beautiful clown looked so sad She danced in a careless world And made them laugh... She shed a tear or two but no one cared...they ju...
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