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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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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