Dear hivers.
You wake up with coffee and thank for it. Call the neighbor to share it freshly.Coffee has become a luxury in coffee lands. You go out to the porche it does not matter if you are disheveled; or in sleeping clothes yet, with irreverence in the spirit.
Take two or three names out of your wall, change the algorithm of the disgust, filtering only those that you care about: what the fuck matter the crisis, nor the last fashion yutuber.
You enjoy watching people pass by, the dog that growls to the cat and does not share their dish. Hunger, in any species, does not understand reasons, limits or brotherhood. Yuo go out to the back yard knowing that the neighbor observes from his window, his eyes saludes on your curves, in the transparency of your under wear feeding his carelessness, and you enjoy his lasciviousness. You get away knowing that, if he does not show respect for a woman, he will have to suffer with his own impudence.
One seeks to breathe, light a candle, connect to the planetary phenomenon.In Cuba there is hardly any electricity and in Baire it is already 1 month without water service. You become a comparative person, preferring the darkness more than dirty, avoiding feeling hatred on this first Ramadan night. You avoid in the FEED the unpacho, disgust, and the government.
You turn off so many negative energies, so much garbage, so much wear of elementary, underdeveloped island, land of coffee and fucking leaders.Then you force yourself to live; Life is forced, singular, fair, you go on and live.
Thanks for going through my blog. For reading and commenting.We will see you around you where I will be writing my comment.
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I am a writer, mother of three children and I live in Cuba.
I am passionate about personal and spiritual growth.You will find that in my blog.I love photography and art in general.Make friends, write poetry and fill my world with magic, music and good vibes
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And so the years go by and if we were not truly spiritual entities, bad rulers and lack of coffee make you a skeptic. But no, you are immune to so much apathy because you know about love and poetry.
Thank you so much. My congrats. Have a good day.
Let's breathe, smile and flow with the stars!
Enjoy the coffee!
Living and being grateful for the smallest things. Enjoy your coffee and the serenity that comes with Ramadan. We form our happiness from the smallest things.
Thank you very much dear.It is always a pleasure to pass through my blog.