Smells like a moon
Dressed up
For the sun...but
He never shows up
He goes around
Playing with clouds
While the moon dances
With the stars
Waiting for him
Every night...
It is not mean to be
She guess...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, January 24, 2020
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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...
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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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She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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