You are the one
That is no more
You robed my dreams
Long time ago
You stabbed me
In the soul
And walked away
And even today
You stab me again
When you talk with desdain
To that young man
That once was your child
You worthless
Excuse of human race
Incapable of loving anything
But yourself!
The Cycle
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new o...
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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... -
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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The beautiful clown looked so sad She danced in a careless world And made them laugh... She shed a tear or two but no one cared...they ju...
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