And yet we hold so dear
To our heart
This Oasis
Sorrounded by a desert
Is surreal
And makes me wonder
If we are alive
Or are we dead..
With every day
That passes us by
With every step
That moves us forward
One must ask...
Is this the real world
Or is this in our mind?
Are we slaves of our
Own thoughts?
Prisoners of our souls?
Have we all gone mad?...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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Breathing
I seat in here and I look at the sky So perfectly draw by the Artist The contrasting colors that blends Over the crystalline waters In this...

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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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