Source   I praise you, the heavens tell of your greatness, with stars that shine in your honour, the clouds whisper your nature, thy light is a hymn, thy lightning, love. The earth is the footstool of

Source   At a certain age, emotional support Is what one seeks, not vain riches. Trust and peace, not insecurities, Kisses and parties are no longer the desire. At a certain age, one longs only for calm,

Source   Nostalgic return to my childhood home, My heart fills with pain at the remembrance. That dwelling where I lived in fullness, Its sculpted memories I feel revive. With silver hair and tired soul,

Source   Today my coffee tastes bitter, of sadness, Of loneliness and memories of oblivion. Thousands of thoughts invade my mind, Tears contained in an instant. When I close my eyes, my life parades, Mistakes

Source   With time I understood That every instant is fleeting, Life goes on, Yesterday will never return. Being a child is an eternal game, Young, spring in bloom. Until old age comes to us Merging both

Source   I'm tired of fixing the irreparable, To seek solutions to other people's problems. I'm tired of looking for those who haven't been lost, Of trying to give your best without being valued. I got

Source   We are scattered fragments, pieces of time and space. Past that haunts us, a future that we did not reach. Ephemeral and brief present, that weaves together your sewing soul. And leave your dreams

Source   I get lost in days like this, aimlessly, Ignoring my being, origin and destiny. Breath fades, doors close, Hopes are hidden on a road. But I take a deep breath and pull myself together, A crack