http://slow.writerscafe.org/smkb90 The original writings of author smkb90 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342695 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I love you and I hate youI hate to hate you and I love to love you,Every feeling is so strong,so long,so short,You confuse me,anger me,hypnotize meyou kill me,the you revive me.I don't understand the power you have over me. that makes me abandon the last shred of pride I've got left,I love you and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/1110148/ With that voice of a lioness, yell until hoarse,That your body is yours,That your future is with you,That neither god, nor man may take away your pride,Woman of dignity,Woman of beauty,Woman of freedom,Woman of insanity,Never submissive,Never weak,Heiress of pleasure,Proud of the orgasm,Free of any .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/1081181/ Lovely city of tangos and wine,My little Europe of the New World.Old architecture in a modern world,The air smells like rain, even on the sunniest days,Surrounded by balconies and coffee shops,I hear the yells of the typical Portena woman,music to my ears.It is chaos, it is beautifulso loud, so brig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/978162/ The infinite undefined identity Of the endless ocean and the eternal skyHow one fits so perfectly into the other,The dividing line, becomes the union. The circle and the squareIn plain wordsThe sphere and the cubeIn tangibl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/978051/ Freedom is like a Picasso painting, when Picasso was known just as Pablo.Few understand it, and even fewer want it.But with time it gains valueWith time it becomes necessary.Like Picasso paintings today Freedom is expensive and precious It sells like something originalLike something few can haveLike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/977966/ In colonial times Potosi was the riches mining city in the world, now it is the poorest city in a poor country in the heart of South America. Pachamama means mother nature for the Aymaran people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/977962/ Revolution is the first step towards victoryIt’s fought in two fronts: The front of the idealAndThe front of the “I” To give birth to a childIs the most miraculous actIt’s the revolution of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/974832/ The day I left Bolivia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smkb90/974828/