This blog contains a collection of renowned and young authors from around the world poems in the languages in which they were originally written. En un vaso de agua. La imagen que se esfuma,. Fechas, lugares, nombres,.

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Monday, May 22, 2006. Mary seeing your son smears with blood. Crying and suffering with pain at the cross. Stretching your hands to hold him and wipe his tears. Burning with the desire to comfort him and kiss his pain away. Helpless is the worst feeling for a mother. Closing your eyes with tears still coming out. The agony of his death is unbearable. Every nails pinch into his body. Every scream he makes tortures your heart. Powerless you are in Calvary. With your eyes still looking into his.

Plus, on this and the last one, I was only 15 when I wrote them, so please take that into account lol. Uncertainty lingers long beneath my breath,. Recycled words are getting old. A reoccurring nightmare to my heightened conciousness.