I may have cracked too many egg shells,
Pulled away from Life's settling dawn,
Not done much conventionally,
Burned too many stars,
Not blown my horn,
But I never counted or sold my dreams,
And I lived some that were definitely mine,
And even though I never found you,
I know that if I had,
Our life together would have been sublime.
You are unique, Sandra. I am sure you have never sold out your dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is everywhere we throw it run toward it and really know it Ho la amiguita Sandra espero que Invierno no te demanda muuuuuchoamor y abrazos para calentar hace frio afuera ven paradentro! apurate porque viene viento (jeje ya no puedo hablar)