Eres ese ángel Con las alas rotas Que por accidente cayó De lo alto hasta aquí la Tierra Pero yo fui el único Que vino a socorrerte En tu momento de dolor Y desesperación!

¿Me recuerdas? Yo traté tanto de curar Tus heridas así mortal Y te cuide mientras estabas Temporalmente aquí en la Tierra Hasta que te sanaste completamente y regresaste A la comodidad del cielo!

Ahora que me quedé atrás Aquí en la tierra me pregunto Si todavía recuerda que yo fui El que vino a tu rescate Pero tu silencio frío ahora Realmente me hace pensar!

Me llegó a mi mente una pregunta: Los ángeles también olvidan Las cosas tal como nosotros Los seres humanos? Sólo soy curioso porque Sólo hice lo que cualquier Humano simplemente haría Aquí en la Tierra ¡Por un ángel como tú!

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In the circle of life, Many questions are raised: Was I to discard all vanities For a time to get to know The depth of being From the lower side?

Never think my dear friends That the absence of tears Means nobody is crying at all For there are invisible tears That don’t come through The naked and weary eyes But from the very bottom Of a broken heart!

Tears disguised as blood And run through the veins, Causing in its transparent journey An uncontrollable and deep pain Which turns one’s life into A real living hell!

Many times I deeply felt Like crying and drop real tears But I couldn’t because of pride While I was dying inside!

Time slowly passed, Overcoming my agony When I regained my strength And moved forwards In search of new horizons By keeping my hope and faith And thanking the One above!

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To anyone who can dream And then awaken, Remembering the impossibility Of what was only mirrored In your mind, During a given night, Actually happened there!

Dreams arrive not from The result of hallucinations But from somewhere else, A strive vehicles of memory, Transcribed within the space Of a plaid network!

The puzzle of Faith, Hope, Truth, Beauty, Love and Peace Surrounding the Earth, Claims of Spirit!

Dreams are tokens of reality, Merely disheveled and suggested In the fantastic unfolding Of discarded old written notes, Illegible but then revised And re-arranged in such a way That one day, perhaps, Would impress the World And becomes part of a legacy!

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Supine, breathing To the rhythm of the song Coming out my heart! Not yet asleep, nor soon will be, I am dreaming anyway Of the love awaiting for me, Maybe tomorrow!

I am very sure That so much depends on tomorrow When my sorrow will be Softly shaken like leaves That beautifully decorate October, When freely they fall!

Those bright and colorful days Dressing every space of Autumn: In rust, Amber, rose and plum, Subtler hues of peach and blue, Skipping lightly the sidewalks, Lawns and fading streets And everywhere in between!

This great reservoir of colors Surrounding all the brightness That clearly becomes a wonder, Reminding one of the joyful flights With each hand that flew, Letting go, as I know, too, The time to go to you, Falling into your loving arms While kissing you passionately!

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