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If we see something in the end, I am content, even, in nothing, there is something, I have seen nothing, the quietness of nothing, I won..

I was too young to see it then, a mortal man, a champion, in his defeat, I cried myself to sleep, a unique time, with little hope ..

How far would you walk to get your words across? would you walk on burning bridges? heal a wound without stitches? on what mountain would yo..

It's the majesty of the mountains, she'd seen, a feel, warm and serene ...maybe, God had intervened, sometimes, life calls for a change,..

She can be patient When we take from her, But what we return Is equal or greater We are feeble in her Wake of transparency, Of what she ma..

I can see it in your eyes, reminiscing of us, of happier times, but you never shared those thoughts with me, I, sat alone in your memorie..

"Loose joints" "Loose joints" someone yelled, Congas play by the band shell, another hot, Sunday, Summer day, people sunbathing in the mea..

Poems sing of love, soft and tender, but words can be pretenders, lulled by their splendor, There is little love In silent agendas, We may..

My words are there but falling on blind ears, again and again, words of freedom, words of sadness, words of inequality, words of unity, ..

I arrived again and again, never making it to the table, sun setting but I never surrender, I am willing, I am able, maybe a pretender of its ..