What it will be will be

 Stop

Soul of mine

Don't you worry

Don't stress

Let the past

Go away

And embrace

A new start

What will be

Will be...

And what was not

Is gone!

The Winter of the Mind

 We walk now into the cold season

The darker time of the mind

When we fight against all reason

And we wonder if we will ever find

The magic  door to the spring  time

And a frozen icicle over our cheek

Is all that is left from the kiss

That the summer stamped on the heart!

To bring us down into our knees

Begging for roses and for love

Just to seeing it all die in the first snow

The mind is quiet now ridding the storm...

©Gloria

You and I

 We were parallels lines

That touched by accident...

Two atoms from different universes

Two falling stars going

In opposite directions

And momentarily crossed

Paths for nanoseconds

To be the most bright shining star

And then each one continue

Their own path. 

Encrucijada

 Me detengo en ese punto

De no regreso

Y me pregunto

Que ruta he de seguir

No importa cual elija

Sera una hacia el futuro

No una hacia el pasado...

Ese ya esta olvidado!

I dentity

 I lost my identity long time ago...

I stop being my own and became

Someones else...

Then one day I stripped

The woman away

And became a maid...

A doormat that everyone

Feels the right to step on

A marionette managed

By everyone else but me...

A joke to the world

That pass me by for every

Miserable opportunity...

Someone to be judge

By those that the end are equal

Or worse than me...

But who am I? I don't

 know!

The Woods

 If you walk into the woods

Is like walking into life

So many paths

Different trees

The voices you heard

The things you see.. 

Just like with people

And the paths you choose

It is all about choice

You know...

Just take the wrong turn

And you will get lost

Ah! But it the woods

Does not matter

Beauty is all over

No matter which path

You chose!

Short story: About Trust and Thieves

 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!