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!
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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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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She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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