Under the sun that burns so bright, Africa struggles in its eternal plight, "Developing," they say, a softer phrase, But the truth speaks louder through a hazy gaze. We crawl through fields meant

Source   Now I walk along the sidewalk, of my memory and of my heart, with slow steps, as one who clings to a whisper, to a sweet song. to a whisper, to a sweet song. The echo of laughter still resounds,

source In our times when the possibility of survival of humans is on the margins, You are fighting the battle to keep humans humane You are fighting for those rights Which are slowly slipping away from

Source   That day came, the sun went down, the echoes of laughter became nothing, the messages fell silent, the voice faded away, The audios remained in frozen silence, the words floated, lost in the air,

Spanish Hola, gente linda de esta comunidad. En este momento quiero compartirles y dedicarles una pequeña composición que nació hoy de mi corazón, con mucho cariño y afecto para todos ustedes: En inmensos

Desilusiones que te marcan de por vida // Disappointments that mark you for life

Once the blue sky held a soul unburdened Now it’s gray cracks spreading through a heart submerged The lush forest where birds once greeted the morning Now stands barren replacing the song of dawn The clear

There’s something behind the eyes, a brilliant flicker— possessions of previous lives whispering, forgotten, in the dusty corners of our dreams. Sleepwalking into an abyss we will never walk back from,

Abrazo. ¿Repentido, demasiado cercano? Yo le nombro como necesario. Necesidad de sentir un apretón. Necesidad de escuchar tu latir. Necesidad de oler las fibras de cada pieza que te cubre. Necesidad de

The forest is silent No longer whispering Leaves are falling My heart is lonely The river is dry No more splashing The earth is moaning Deep sorrow We used to Laugh together Now we Cry together The sun

Pixabay The rooster crows in the morning saying that the day is about to begin, the rooster crows saying that the sun is going to set, he sings his last tune that reaches the moon and you have to sleep.

When the shadows of time stretch long, And years weigh heavy, like a somber song, We rise to dance, to stay, to strive, But the winds of age chill the fire alive. The body tires, the mind grows frail,

Source   Different paths, wandering line, two lovers that destiny separates, with cautious steps, distant glances, leaving behind them the shadow that shelters. In the soft breeze of that evening, whispers

Source   Alone, we turn into poetry what yesterday was mere fantasy, downwind, withstanding the tide, until a smile sees us. Time to laugh loudly, Slow kisses, souls in conversation. Alone, in search of

Quien no ha tenido un amor tóxico? // Who hasn't had a toxic love?

A short poem.

Source   Life is mine, but your owner is my heart, The smile on my lips, by you is provoked. I want you to be yours, in complete freedom, And at the same time so mine, that you never want to leave. A free

The flowers open softly their petals stretch wide air absorbs their hues as morning light gently unfolds trees dance with the wind At the edge of the sky forgotten faces wander through untamed dreams like

Un poema de amor // A love poem

“I will break the bottle I call myself.” “You speak with blood beyond your body, but moments like these birth the strength of your spirit. You have killed the crocodiles, now you charge with tenacity into