The sunshine
Caressing my hair
The wind
Kissing my skin
The touch
Of the rain
Over my unclothed
Soul
And the sound
Of your awakened heart
Inside my scars...
Bring me your smile
The rose of your lips
And the garden
Planted by your hands!
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... -
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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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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