Me gusta mirarte
Asi dormido
Totalmente relajado
En mi pecho
Cansado de las largas
Cabalgatas
Bajo la luna llena...
Noches de guerras
Declaradas
Angel caido
Hombre de piedra
Pero aqui
Sonando
sobre la almohada
Eres simplemente
Un alma cansada
Reposando
Despues de la faena.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, July 24, 2020
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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Listen to the silence That speaks about the goodbye That we never said... Listen to the footsteps That sneak into our souls And scare t...
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To the music...the sensous rythm...the words wrotten by an excentric poet...it brings so many memories...of family reunions...special times ...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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