inbetween the wanting and the needing and the wishing and the dreaming, inbetween the vigil
and the daybreak and the whispering ghosts of the morrow, inbetween the rituals and the faceless feasts, the unanswered calls and the hollow halls of delusion, inbetween the heartbeats and the deep breaths, inbetween the willingness and the pulling back, and the wounds left behind,
there, in the inbetweens, i am actually able
constanza's poem
Que hermoso bordado Connie! me encanta!!
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Què poemazo amiga!!!! Hope your calls be answered soon, did you shout them??... and I know you are more able than you know.
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p.s. a patita asi que no he podido ir a ver la casa en el cerro todavía
ah, y el bordado es sencillamente maravilloso!!!!!
ReplyDeleteoh venía mirando encantada con el bordado pero ese poema, por favor! me conmovió muchísimo, Connie!
ReplyDeleteWOW what a beautiful poem. Yes Constanza, you can!!!!
ReplyDeleteLas palabras, el bordado.... pura emoción que viaja... y arriba...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful self tribute to Constanza's inner strength!
ReplyDeleteThe stitched rag doll is adorable. I love this post!!!!
♥ audrey
hermoso poema ,las puntaditas dicen todo es la vida me encantó saludos
ReplyDeleteWhat emotion....beautiful.
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Your words of support for me and my *mess* have been such an encouragement to me...THANK YOU for sharing your heart with me.
Great to meet you Costanza! What a beautiful and rich world you inhabit. :)
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