In Advance

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Hi There – Hola!

3Days of Spanish Posts are coming up so I decided to post this in advance that is also in Spanish, but I will translate and maybe then you will understand why it’s so important for me not just to write, but to write in my own language as well.

Soy mujer, soy idea, soy flor en primavera. Tengo sueños, un sin fin de metas, de historias no escritas y con cantos, sonidos, ruidos, lluvia por escuchar. Soy mujer, pensamiento, soy historia escrita y por contar soy niña con alas para volar y plumas para imaginar y crecer. Soy Madre, hija, Amiga, Poeta, Sonido, Palabra, Maestra. Soy quien soy y aún no te has dado cuenta........
Soy mujer, soy idea, soy flor en primavera. Tengo sueños, un sin fin de metas, de historias no escritas y con cantos, sonidos, ruidos, lluvia por escuchar. Soy mujer, pensamiento, soy historia escrita y por contar soy niña con alas para volar y plumas para imaginar y crecer. Soy Madre, hija, Amiga, Poeta, Sonido, Palabra, Maestra. Soy quien soy y aún no te has dado cuenta……..
I am a woman, I am a thought, I am a flower in the spring. I have dreams,endless goals, I have unwritten stories and songs, sounds, noises, rain inside me that needs to be listened. I am woman, I am a thought, and I am an unwritten story. I am a girl with feather wings to fly and to imagine and to grow. I am a mother, daughter, friend, poet, sound, word, Teacher. I am who I am and you have not yet noticed……

But You Will, Right?

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Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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