Ella de Otro Tiempo
Ella, la persona que ame, es de otro tiempo
Sus labios ya tienen otro dueño
Su corazón tan linda, encontró como amar otra vez
Y para amar otro
Y yo...pues yo aquí quebrado
Nights and days pass in Gotham. Each area is distinct and posing its own reality…coffee shop, pizza parlor, and dry cleaners…all the same but different…in that they create many different realities. This blog is my reality.
Ella, la persona que ame, es de otro tiempo
I leave for the summit for a few days. Thus, don't expect much from this blog over the next couple of days. I have been trying to keep things posted here and there as to what has been going on with The Rooster. Sorry to say, I can't really say what goes on at the Summit, but I will make sure and post some pictures when I get back and you can make up your mind as to what goes on.
Estoy parado en un equina buscando
I got a bunch of writing in this weekend which was nice. Sometimes when writing my little poems I get lost. After about 10 in one week the process becomes sometimes repetitive and I have to watch for that. Not only in terms of content and style, but also the timing and rhythm of the poem.