‘Cause you taught me how to love without being in love. ‘Cause life is good enough to see you by my side, holding hands and kissing cheeks. You took me to the middle of the street and asked me to look around to find a place, that place where you spend the most of your time. Abracadabra! The place was there in front of us… I didn’t understand why you carried me to there, but everything was better explained when you told me your secret. Then, magic was nothing compared to my strange feeling springing up inside my stomach, I refuse to call it ”butterflies” , but I admit to feel it anytime I see you, when your look distubs my eyes. It’s like flying… I learnt how to joke and laugh with only looking at you.
I’m not in love, I can promise it.
Some legends cannot be told.
How can you explain a smile?
Without love, we are birds with broken wings
Is Jesus black?
There was an "alfombra del pueblo" in the square and an energizing belief in the power of the people
Poetisa mas no loca
Teaching is a process