Alma mía (Translation)
My Soul (Julio Jaramillo) The day you forget me, my soul, I know that you will exist in my grief, seeing me alone, sad and forgotten, my life I would make it end. There are things that are received with resignation, there are blows that destiny gives without...
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A Grey Afternoon A grey afternoon, Clouds pregnant with malice, quieter woods, cacophonic mind, much left unspoken, volumes comforted in silence, a walk taken. The geese on the water abashed, unhurried and adrift, disposition of a restless heart; solace of a...
Another year passes by… September Poem
Another year passes by… Another year passes by… Many a strings I tie… I shifted to a new world… Started again in a new mould… Was it tough? Was it rough? I count my blessings for none of the above… Love can do wonderful...
