She seats at the top
Of a mountain
Wounded by thousand
Of wars
And yet she is ready
Strong as ever
Ready to fight
The arrows of lies
The deceiving words
That breaks her heart
Every single time
She still stands
A believer of love
And happiness
She holds her sword
With pride
Because she knows
It is not a lost cause
And she will win the
Final battle!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, January 20, 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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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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