A short story created with a little imagination

Você pode conferir a postagem em PT-BR! Source There are 11 minutes left and my time is running out. Rightly or wrongly I am still reluctant. Where did I leave the plan? Still here by severe oblivion.

Image source Just when I think the worst is behind me, I wake up to yet another nightmare, Down and out is where I could be, Worn out and too apathetic to care! The mind spins in circles bent half with

Beloved of my heart. Our day has been serene and radiant, we've stayed close together and in this way, it is evident, that nothing can be better, and tonight with all inspiration I would like to write

el territorio 1 no hay nadie en esta playa, no hay fuego, una ballena yace muerta sobre la orilla; a lo lejos, entre los matorrales, observan: se sacan los piojos unos a otros, se cubren, se sientan en

Pixabay Oh my country once a sweet abode A land of love and light A home of beauty and boldness A peak of serenity and security A cradle of hospitality and humility A harbour of peace and purity My country

retrato de familia I los cuises esperan al costado del camino, el ruido del motor los aleja, uno por uno, los observo pero no sé qué están diciendo, tal vez algo sobre los girasoles, el atardecer, pienso

Os cofres estão todos vazios e as gavetas estão também... mas o jardim floresce rubro e cintilante sob a chuva quente os cravos-de-defunto desabrocham, rapidamente, eu sinto o cheiro subindo até a janela.

source Oh! Boy, you start to face existence, Hey well these tips I give you today with sapience. First, you must know that in this life there are patterns For which you must regress Applying the values.

This post was also written in Portuguese: “Saudade sua”. Image Source English The afternoon has come and the sun is setting on the horizon. I leaned out the window and missed you. I had never thought about

Ainda há tanto em volta ainda há tanto em cima ainda há tanto embaixo mas agora eu apenas gosto dos seus olhos. Ainda há tanto no passado e ainda há tanto no futuro, que ainda não há e haverá mas agora

source This way I chose to live, as a de-adapted without cure, wrapping from sincerity and transforming my dark soul, I felt true peace and managed to confront this absurd life. Raging madness clouding

Entre bela dança e convulsão, as duas e únicas opções de que pode ser a vida, tiptapeamos mais do que seria constantemente ao som das cordas quebrando Caso loucura, loucos seremos com a convicção do louco,

Taken a few years back when I traveled along the Sierra Nevada's with my film cameras. Man I miss those days. As I sat and stared at this scene through the viewfinder I stopped and wrote this poem. Do

Os campos verdes e plantações serão, quem sabe, quando acordo dos sonhos verdadeiros, e o pólen me envenenará, antes que as chamas os devorem, todos para suprir nosso comum desejo de chorar com motivo.

source I don't know what to call this first time I feel it in my chest, I have heard that others have them, they say it's a very strong connection, a familiarity that grows stronger, I thought it was a

This post was also written in Portuguese: “Pensamento”. All images were made by me Adobe Creative Cloud Express English I come home tired, One more day, One more night, Which ends with the sun hiding behind

source With the face raised you are walking, Inhale of greatness in your eyes, at each step, your trust gives off That exceeds your ego about valued. Underestimate with inopportune gestures, you are gaining