If I were to as Pablo Neruda wrote, sit on the rim of my own well of darkness, fishing for light, I might see monarch butterflies emerging from a winged skull on a 1700’s gravestone, or the girth of a 200-year-old European beech tree snaking its way up the well to greet me, or maybe…
Tag: Happiness
Next Passage
Because maybe it’s biology that makes me think that you and me could really be something but so the tale goes the one who’s supposed to save the damsel and reap her love really just threw a metal hook to her windowsill provided an escape from the only world she knew but left before she…
Aunque te deseo
Voy a defenderme contra tu amistad contra los sentimientos que me saludan cuando abro mis ojos y cuando los cierran porque tu corazón no te permite la felicidad e ya he perdido diez años a una persona con el mismo problema.
Why Pears 