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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Yo complain so much But you have your hands. With them you can work And make a living. You can plant roses Or fix a car... Or build a ...
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Demon? Perhaps both. Still. I miss you. I hope you regain Your wings And return to the light Someday.
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That I am in a place of fun And all I do Is thinking of you? So many people around So much fun and yet The world is empty... Because.....
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