Happy Ending

Happy Ending

Letters & Poetry

Every end of life is not even expected, sometimes, to think because we don’t know what to think when an end is waiting to take us away from life, the definition will be a mystery we don’t know what is the game of life, none an instruction, no rules, just one thing that’s “our self” if we had a breakup. If we had a fight, if we are out of mood or different hazards, we suffer from life is tactful to manage, sometimes you are more about someone than on yourself. Your journey walks by you and you are the first passenger to it,

If you are mean good for life, including everything that comes under to it if a tragedy or surgery goes through to you or cause you every time say enough to that because it shouldn’t matter you ever begun is known to you.

But end not…

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Seconds of change, 45

Seconds of change, 45

Letters & Poetry

The red light starts

everything in complete sintony.

the car moves 3km

The red light again

a tree on the side,

then the green,

two trees

an old woman on the street

some trees

an odd couple walking

the yellow light appears

hand with hand, heart with heart

it lasts 30 seconds

an old man dying

my clock ticking

a new person breathing

the car´s  engine working

the yellow light again, 30 seconds

the air scrolling

my heart beating

clouds in the sky

enlightenment,red light 20 seconds

everything in complete alignment

metallic sounds, glass flying

the stars

nothing is in alignment anymore

the sun

everything is fast and slow

the moon

everything stops

the planets

grieving, crying

the sorrows

the sadness

the end.

By Susana Villalvazo

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Las Raíces Del Pasado (Our Past Roots)

Las Raíces Del Pasado (Our Past Roots)

Letters & Poetry

“Cada día sigo sacando espinas de lo profundo del corazón. En la noche sigo encendiendo sueños para limpiar con el humo sagrado cada recuerdo.” – Natalia Lafourcade, “Hasta La Raíz.”

Every day I continue to remove thorns from the depths of my heart. In the night I continue lighting dreams to clean with the sacred smoke every memory.


I don’t think it ever really goes away. On great days they are merely an echo, very weak voices that are being overpowered by love and excitement. Other days, the not-so-good ones, they are screams that demand to be heard, they scream words that are like salt being poured on an open wound that just won’t heal.

Let me set the stage, I was in second grade. I used to walk around daydreaming about what I wanted to do when I grew up: a dolphin trainer. My days were filled with those…

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The Sense of being; and what not.

The Sense of being; and what not.

Letters & Poetry

You, I see you.

You, glare, you, cringe, you, silent laughing and walking away.

There you are going back to pretending you are not amused by the sudden change in a crowd you feel estranged by.

You, subjective objectifier.

You hate the laws of physics, you hate formulas, anything exact, anything that doesn’t allow you to leave fingerprints for an answer.

Multiple choice exams are excruciating, you try to find a hidden message between equations, you are certain that exponents and roots have nothing to say to to you.

Still, you’ve always had this thing for discovering imaginary riddles in things that don’t want to hold a conversation.


You introverted social creature, you Kafkian character.

You, make-believe sociologist

You, dream catcher, dream-let-go-er .

You, you thought things would turn out differently, didn’t you?

You thought the answers would’ve emerged with the experience acquired, you believed the promises of blue elders…

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Love of strangers

Love of strangers

Letters & Poetry

“Love of strangers”.

I Like the way you are

Like the way we are

No game plan, no feeling

hurting nothing in between us 

Because we are just a stranger at

this moment never knows this will

change into something special that

usually occurs in two 

unknown to one knows life.

I’m a stranger to you, 

you are my  Best wanderlust

 I’m travelling from long time.

“Strangers are same as a

  strong desire to travel one’s life..

By Chirayu 

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