Sometimes
We must check out
From what does not serve us
Anymore
Walking away
Brings a peaceful feeling
To the soul....
Leaving behind
The unfairness
Taking back the power
Standing tall and proud
Of who you truly are...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sometimes
We must check out
From what does not serve us
Anymore
Walking away
Brings a peaceful feeling
To the soul....
Leaving behind
The unfairness
Taking back the power
Standing tall and proud
Of who you truly are...
La flor en el jardin
Adornaba la tarde
Cada dia
De cara al sol
Te esperaba
Mas tu no la veias
Paso el verano
Y un dia
El frio la conjelo
Y petalos de hielo
Cayeron poco a poco
Cubriendo la tierra
De rojo
Un dia al fin saliste
A ver el jardin
Y notaste
La rosa muerta
De golpe recordaste
Lo hermosa que era
Cuando empezo
La primavera
Y lloraste muy tarde
Las rosas muertas
No regresan.
Dear wind:
It has been 2 years
Of storms that come
And go...
2 years of pain
And sadness
It is time to say good bye
And see you fly away
The way you run
Away
It is time
To free myself
And soar above
The sky...
To rise above
The mountains
And play under
the clouds
And be myself...
The Queen of hearts!
We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it...