Some people come to our life with a single purpose: to be the rock in our shoe.
They are there to help us become aware of ourselves. Perhaps there is a lesson we must learn from them. Maybe they are just growing pains intended to lead us to the next level. Whatever the reason you are in my life: thank you. I will figure it out!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
The Soap Bubble
Life is like a soap bubble. So fragil and yet so beautiful. You can see it shinning under the sunlight, floating around...and then puff! Is gone.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Duality
Some days I am a little angelical
Some days I am a little devilish...
I am wondering which one
I will be today...
Some days I am the calm of a river
Other days I am the wild waves of the ocean
And yet other days I am the silence of the night
Or the noisy storm breaking through the sky
Some days I am love and yet others I may be hate.
That is the duality of the human race.
Some days I am a little devilish...
I am wondering which one
I will be today...
Some days I am the calm of a river
Other days I am the wild waves of the ocean
And yet other days I am the silence of the night
Or the noisy storm breaking through the sky
Some days I am love and yet others I may be hate.
That is the duality of the human race.
Monday, April 22, 2019
Normal
0h! What is normal...?
The same old same old
The sunset over the trees
Or the clouds passing by
Day in and day out?
Oh! I cannot tell anymore
I cannot see because the tears
Mixed with the rain or with my sweat...
What is normal? Putting one feet in front the other amd walk
Against the wind that blows
Over my face...it is normal
To keep going in a direction that is wrong? To follow ones heart against the compass that points to a complete diferent direction? How can be so wrong when it feels so right...? Oh! I know what it is...I am not normal...am I?
The same old same old
The sunset over the trees
Or the clouds passing by
Day in and day out?
Oh! I cannot tell anymore
I cannot see because the tears
Mixed with the rain or with my sweat...
What is normal? Putting one feet in front the other amd walk
Against the wind that blows
Over my face...it is normal
To keep going in a direction that is wrong? To follow ones heart against the compass that points to a complete diferent direction? How can be so wrong when it feels so right...? Oh! I know what it is...I am not normal...am I?
Lo siento
No soy perfecta
Ni la mas bella
Ni la mas calmada
Ni la mas inteligente
Ni la mas divertida...
Lo siento
Por no ser lo que deseabas
Por no ser tan fuerte
Como tu quisieras
Por llevar las lagrimas a flor de
piel
Por se diferente
Por amar demasiado
Y por no esperar nada a cambio.
Disculpame. Es mi error no el tuyo. Me toca a mi correjirlo.
Ni la mas bella
Ni la mas calmada
Ni la mas inteligente
Ni la mas divertida...
Lo siento
Por no ser lo que deseabas
Por no ser tan fuerte
Como tu quisieras
Por llevar las lagrimas a flor de
piel
Por se diferente
Por amar demasiado
Y por no esperar nada a cambio.
Disculpame. Es mi error no el tuyo. Me toca a mi correjirlo.
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Al Final del Dia
Cosechamos lo que senbramos
Si plantamos un manzano
No debemos esperar tomates
De la misma manera
Si no somos capaces de dar amor
No debemos esperar recibirlo.
Asi de simple asi de facil
Tenemos toda una vida
Para aprender la leccion.
Si plantamos un manzano
No debemos esperar tomates
De la misma manera
Si no somos capaces de dar amor
No debemos esperar recibirlo.
Asi de simple asi de facil
Tenemos toda una vida
Para aprender la leccion.
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Tonight
Be quiet. Be still. Be humble.
Tonight is the night
When the battle
Of all battles
Is fight...
Tonight is the night
When the battle
Of all battles
Is fight...
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