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Dos cuerpos, una mente. Dos cuerpos, un alma. Así estuvimos Sol de mi alma Pan de mi cuerpo ¿Dónde está? Almas negras. Tristezas Hijos de mi amor. ¿Porque están? Grité y no escuchaste. Lloré y no viste nada. Busque y no estaba. Sol de mi alma Pan de mi cuerpo Lléveme contigo.Pregunto ¿Quien soy yo?… Continue reading Perdida
Illusions – life’s little hobgoblinsCome creeping, crawling through our minds. Sighs, cries, you know them well.Pain, anguish, feel them swell. Black souls, sultry rooms, lovers.Illusions – Hobgoblins in my mind. Reflections – I to you, you to me,Delusions – me to you – we are three. Illusions. You have one, I have none. Only time.… Continue reading Illusions
Speculate Contemplate Reflect Act Beware Beginners Lose Easily --May 2009
“Arf! Arf! Nnn . . . .nnn . . . ar-rooff!” A scratching came from outside the cave. Then a whimper, and finally, a yowl. “ AAAAArrrrrf!” “ Grrrrrrr . . . ahhh . . .yarrr . . . Huh! Who’s there?” I slowly opened one eye, then the other, and stretched my paws. What… Continue reading The Amazing Shrinking Puppy as told by Rufus P. Bear
Hands are interesting things. Some reach down, some reach up, Some reach out, some reach in, Hands can clap, snap, flap, wrap, and trap. We can also use them to rap, tap, and zap, Put on our caps, and write on maps. Or, have a mishap and break a strap. Hands are everywhere - on… Continue reading Hands
This lesson from the laundromat has several 'prongs'. For some the lesson might be in counting; for others the lesson is in accounting. My mother has been going to the laundromat for at least fifteen years and has developed a relationship with a particular row of machines. For instance, she adores machines 2 -5, but… Continue reading Lessons from the Laundromat: Counting vs. Accounting
Today Liberty cried. She cried for America; She mourned for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of teeming shores. Today Liberty cried. She cried for refugees, She grieved for the mothers of exiles, the homeless, tempest-tossed unfree. The imprisoned children at sterile borders. Today Liberty cried. She… Continue reading The Day Liberty Cried
