Here you come again, knocking down my walls, pretending that I still love you, finding out that I still do. You come with the lyrics of romantic songs, and linger with the notes, while describing the anecdotes that should’ve been long gone. No matter how hard I try, memories bring our love back to life,…
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He kissed her. Looked into her eyes. Whispered “goodbye”. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) 2014 ©
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Fear is all I feel now that I know you are mine because in reality it means that I love to be by your side that I enjoy my life just when you are around and that I can only see when I see through your eyes. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
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Delicious, yet difficult.Delightful, but debilitating.A year of decisions,and decisive moments.But overall,a year full of dreams.Daydreams that need to be devoured,and to which we must be devoted.For our future depends on those delusionsand our divine present demands resolutions. Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) – 2010
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The distance might be our salvation because it allows us to see the big spectrum. From far away, I can see you from far away, I can feel you. The distance is indeed is our salvation an ally that increases emotions, an ally that enhances momentum. The meaning of our words becomes stronger the meaning…
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“Whoever makes the conscious decision to believe in God, is ought to realize that generating peace is an obligation and a purpose, a principle and a gift, a task, and a reward.” Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) © 2011 #carolinaswords
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“Some levels of peace and tranquility can be achieved by the acceptance of one’s mistakes.” CarolinasWords Carolina Gonzalez – (Carolina Portilla Garcés) © July 11th, 2012 #carolinaswords
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Is my ghost staring at me?Screaming in silence,what my deft heart has not been yet allowed to hear?Am I just witnessing it howl?Its knees are bending, it all comes down;its air is gone, but its eyes still shine.Nuances of restoration,fixated with my volatile lifeare stitching an endless pathwhere thorns of saltscrape the silence,and agony becomes…
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In solitude, they cried. They told each other what in their hearts remainedafter the devastation that consumed their heirs. The dusty room was dark,the walls were fragileand the air was cold. Their hands were shakingbut their minds were strong,their legs were numbfor running far away from home.Their backs were achyand so were their hearts of…
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The chaos could be quite annoying; but it is in this chaos where I find my voice, a timid construction of emotions that frees itself from my control. Silence can be in absence when I devour what gives me life: screams of beauty and ugly lines that give me pleasure from time to time. There…
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