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Rosa Velez MY HEART My heart, is seldom opened if I precipitate pain. Closed— Shut—It’s going to stay. Yes, it can be a red hot pepper. Yes, it can be a quiet dark cave. But… sometimes this heart can be awakened, Awakened to such beauty, such love… “Do I want to go there…?” My heart is hibernating right now… Oh, My Quiet Heart!
WHAT’S LEFT OF US? What’s left of us when we rise to a world that’s no longer our world? We try to be ourselves and “ourselves” are living within someone else’s shell. What’s left of us when we try to change pain— the losses, the suffering— to something positive, something magical… Yet the memories Take you back to…. Once upon a time. Life is a fairytale. We live our lives dangerously and we never seem to wake from the dreams… What’s left of us when we still believe, once upon a time… all the time?
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