He is the shadow
Of who you were meant
To be...
And he wanders
In the nights
Wondering why
He cannot find
What he is
Looking for...
And he cries
Alone sometimes
In the dark
When no one
Hear his soul
Or under the rain
When the thunder
Mixes with his tears
And he hides his
Fears under a mask
An he pretends
That he does not care
But secretly in his heart
He does...his shadow smile
Because she knows...
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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