Sometimes is wise sometimes is not.
It doesn't matter. Is mostly mine.
And God's. He made it soft and red, and full of love.
This Old Heart will beat one day at a time,
until the end.
©Gloria
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Sometimes is wise sometimes is not.
It doesn't matter. Is mostly mine.
And God's. He made it soft and red, and full of love.
This Old Heart will beat one day at a time,
until the end.
©Gloria
Hate ...
Is just four letters
like love
coincidence?
I hate
you hate
every one hates
strange word!
©Gloria
And when I said it
This is what I meant
I meant that I cared
No matter what
I was ready to sacrifice
To go beyond the sun
The moon and the stars
I meant you were the one
That brought sunshine
To my darkest night
But the worst deaf is the one
who chooses not to hear
my world is back dark
and I took my words back
every word is now unsaid
and silence is my best friend!
©Gloria
The shadow
under the sun
That pursue
my silent presence
One foot behind
One foot in front
Dragging the chains
Of your desertic love!
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...