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...
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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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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