SHE... AND HER MOMENT On her knees Bloodied Desperate ... She pleaded. She couldn't say a word, without the strength to get up She could no longer continue the struggle. Her body cruelly disfigured, dismembered, joints accustomed after a daily "routine". Eyes made up in a purple colour that did not match her pupils. Which... Leer más →


Bello
Me quedo con ese fuego que deja la esperanza Ciertamente trae mucha alegría a mi casa
Gracias lincol
Gracias
Un poema lleno de ternura, cuidado y entrega. Transmite un deseo sincero de acompañar, proteger y brindar paz. Saludos.