Se ocultan los
Recuerdos
Me asaltan en
Las no noches
Cual ladrones
Hambrientos
Y me escondo
En mi almoha
Me refugio
En el sueno
Y por unos
Segundos
Me entretengo
En tu cuerpo
Pero la noche
Es corta
Y de pronto
Despierto
Y vuelven
los ladrones
A rondar
Mi memoria!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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Life in the backyard -the Mama's nest
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...

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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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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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One day God created Adam And from his rib he molded Eve He gave His new children A place call Eden… Then He went to rest... Mean time, Satan...
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