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FAM
FAM
lets not judge tho
He came, and conquered. Oh and how our love prospered, stronger.. But now I wonder how could I have ever loved such a selfish monster.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
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If you ask about my roots I swear my speech will seem endless but you don't have to.. because my accent will start to bleed through and the names of my ancestors will appear in my eyes You'll meet Amparo, Severo and Maria Out of my mouth their stories will pour and you'd be forced to swallow them whole and you will like it and if I allow you to touch me, you'll feel the warm waters of my island flowing in giving you a sweet glimpse of what serenity feels like you'll hear tamboras, and Anthony Santos Mami's melanin, curves and curly black hair is what allowed me to become just as beautiful as the place we come from -kgg
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
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If you forget me, I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
If you forget me (by Pablo Neruda)