June 2011
48 posts
Maybe I'm trying too hard
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there. I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rush.Of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry;I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Mary Elizabeth Frye
estoy locaaa lo admito estoyyyy locaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa jajaja
nos alejamos
tengo ganas de irme.
no estamos bien,
me da pena la situacion.