How vain
It is
The human soul
That wanders
In a desert of emotions
Walking in the garden of life
Eye sighting between dead trees
Looking for water
To soothe the thirst
Of the senses...
How vain
To try to soothe the pain
With an endless drink
That never fullfill
The real needs
Of the soul...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
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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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Can you imagine the world without the sun? The sky without a cloud? A river without water? Can you imagine the monotony of the trees witho...
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