I am letting you go
Like water
between my fingers
That precious liquid
That brings life
To the body
And the soul
But like a river
that run its curse
You must go
And I must stay
For I am the tree
That drinks from you
But does not move
And you are the river
That quench my thirst
But cannot stay...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
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The Arts of His Hands
His imagination created the life as you see it The beauty of a sky, the powerful rivers, the serenity of lakes...the tall grass, the breath...
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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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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 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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