Forlorn

I think about you, yet I can not talk to you I miss you, though i will not admit it to you I need you, but i can not show you how I love you, but i can not say the words I miss you, I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your … Continue reading Forlorn

Poetry meets violence

About a week ago I had to write a micro-story for this Spanish course that I am following.  We had been debating about violence against women and violence against journalists in Latin America. The main objective of the micro-story was to write about violence in a personal and simple way in only 10 minutes. I … Continue reading Poetry meets violence