the vida broka

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    the vida broka

     why doesn't death
        take us yet?
    are we murmuring statues
        that only hear each other?
    what is life, mamá?
        what is death, mamma?
    how come we still
        don't feel?
    is it something we're
        taught or learn?
    why can't hapiness
        be real?
    ¿y d    ónde está
        Xavier?
    he changed my mind
        along with the snow

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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