There was upon a time a sneaky thief who stole my heart. He walked away to never be found. Thus for a while I walked heartless...like a zombie in zombie land...until one day I found my heart. I climbed a window and grabbed my heart and ran away as fast I could. Now I am whole again and walk with caution...aware of thieves and wolfs. Redding hood has become the Queen of swords. Beware!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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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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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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Listen, just listen to the hours They are trying to tell you something...
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