If the breeze
Brings to your memorie
The sweet smell of me
And the sound of the night
Sneaks into your dreams
murmuring on your ear
The glorious rythm of my name...
Tell me if for a chance
I occupy a minuscule space
On the vast dimension
Of your guarded heart!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, April 20, 2020
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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
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...

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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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There is a star in the sky that is only mine... it look down at me and smiles and says: hey girl, how was your day? and I say, just fine!...
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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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