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Literatura, un viaje de descubrimiento [Esp-Eng] Sentada allí, en un parque cualquiera, una muchacha y un libro parecen una escena fantasmagórica. Pero no. Corre el siglo XXI y la ciudad no es otra cosa

If life tries hard to give you sorrow Come to me for happiness borrow We'll laugh at stupid thing together And recall everything doesn't matter We'll cut the papers and fly the kite Or maybe paint the

Some People's Never Leave you Some people don't leave when they die. They leave their shoes by the door. Their laugh inside old walls. Their fingerprints on cups nobody wants to wash. One day you realize...

Canto redondo a Montaraz [Esp-Eng] No lo conocí, murió un año antes de que yo naciera. Miro su foto como al abuelo que habla desde el sepia profundo de la imagen, desde la convicción que emana de sus ojos

This is my submission for the A Picture is worth more than a thousand words prompt IDIOSYNCRASY You see food, I see poison, You see culinary artwork, I see idol food. You're salivating, I want to throw

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ✦ The echo of words ✦ 📸artguru.ai/es/ai-text-to-image-generator/create/ In the silence, illuminated only by the light of an old lamp, I read the last lines of a book, a new anthology

Caminemos otra vez, poesía [Esp-Eng] (A Luis Javier Martinez Pupo por inspirarme) Ahora, que me encuentro a solas con este canto de redención, y nos miramos, y nos estrujamos sin tocarnos, caigo en la

English version I consider Jose Antonio Ramos Sucre to be the country’s most brilliant poet; his artistic work stands out for being irreverent and complex, misunderstood in its time because it combined

I stand upon the barren edge of myself, where the wind carries only truths too sharp for the unprepared. Listen, for even silence has a voice when despair is patient enough to carve its name into the soul.

Dreaming or awake, the soft wind moves through me, carrying your name again and again into the quiet places of my heart, at every ending, every beginning, as days slip by and mornings keep finding me.

Is this the light of dusk Or the sky at dawn The sun hides its light In the glowing sky What do you want to write Or do you want to paint In your memory About a distant land We store memories In our memory

A cat Who knows what it's looking at To the west Probably staring at the sunset MENATAP SENJA Seekor kucing Entah apa yang dilihatnya Ke arah barat Mungkin menatap senja

Part 2. Lust.

Hello @worldmappin community friends. How are you all? I hope you are all doing well and healthy. Today I will share with you the experience of visiting an important place which I hope you will like very

Part 2?

She- Her body, a possession of supreme darkness, So vast and stark, Same as an abyss with no ending, Where light carries not one mark. Her eyes-Oh her eyes so cold so stern, As if it lingers into hopelessness

FACT CHECK ABOUT MYSELF! Hi Hives! Your newbie was here, @juliebells all the way though Christmas Day is still far away. I just want to say, “Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, how are you?” I am 26 years young at heart.

GIRL POWER A force so fierce, a spirit so bright Girl power rises, shining with all her might She stands tall and proud, with confidence high A leader, a warrior, she won't say goodbye With every step,

Dobri Chintulov was a Bulgarian poet, teacher and prominent figure of the Bulgarian National Revival. He is remembered especially for his passionate patriotic songs and poems, which inspired Bulgarians

Hello ! Hive family members .Nice to meet you. I am Ko Pyayt . My pen name is Sai Al Pyayt . I want to be a famous poet.I am 37 years old.l was born in 1988 at Phe' Kon. When I was 7 years old, I moved