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You wander through my dreams
gifting me with a smile or two
between the nightmares
and while I know I know you
I cannot say where I met you
or why I do not know your name
I only see you in small glimpses
but I know already that I love you
even if we cannot speak
and I will carry this burden with me
until the night when you stop
and I finally take your hand
gifting me with a smile or two
between the nightmares
and while I know I know you
I cannot say where I met you
or why I do not know your name
I only see you in small glimpses
but I know already that I love you
even if we cannot speak
and I will carry this burden with me
until the night when you stop
and I finally take your hand
Literature
Neverland
I always used to think she was fine,
happy as can be.
Until one day, on a hill under a tree
she said to me
"Do you believe in other worlds?
Far beyond the stars?"
I told her that I didn't know,
a world other than ours.
She bit her lip and nodded,
stood up right there and left me.
I thought that she was fine,
until they found her hanging from that tree.
A note was pinned beside her
for all of us to see.
"I'll see you all in Neverland,
my world beyond the stars."
I thought that she was fine
until I felt myself fading away.
I thought that she was fine
until I learned that girl is me.
Literature
Ensayo
¿Quién le enseña a la gente que no sabe querer, a querer?
No sé si es que el ser humano trae consigo al nacer esta extraordinaria virtud –la de querer-, y los que no sabemos, y nunca aprendemos, somos la mancha que eclipsa el normal funcionamiento de la sociedad; o si es una habilidad aprendida que simplemente no hemos logrado dominar con el paso del tiempo como el resto de nosotros. En verdad no sé, pero tampoco me interesa mucho que se me sea confirmado que estoy en lo correcto; es suficiente desasosiego con la suposición de ser un error, no creo poder con la certeza de ser uno.
Literature
The hidden tribes
Chapter one
Tragity
"You're as tall as a mountain,
as fair as the garden of roses,
as strong as a buffalo,
as wise as the wisest owl,
and I love you."
Akare sang to her little sister, Sunsa. Daliki, the cheif, came in through the wide deer hide flap. " Selima has been murdured! " He declared. Akare and Sunsa ran out of their teepe
and into the corn field. Their eyes filled with tears as they gathered in the scene. Selima lay on the dirt, as blood dripped from her neck. Her eyes were open, and flies buzzed around her.
Her hair was no longer brown, it was thick with dark oozing blood. Her neck had a deep, deep, gash in it.
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dear raven i must say this is quite exsquisite i absolutely adore your poems i cannot wait for another like this