http://slow.writerscafe.org/dimi3limb The original writings of author Dimitri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Eventhe suncannot burn the shade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/710419/ What isthe windbut my hopes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/706145/ Hide and seekwe often looseto our hearts(sometimes, when we most need our hearts to become humble, compassionate and caring, we try to look for our hearts and they seem to be gone, hiding in a far away place; so we become angry, enraged and confused. In the hide-and-seek game we often loose) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/704802/ Purple leavesannounce the springdying(we have some trees called Jacarandas here in Mexico which bloom with purple leaves. They bloom for about 2-3 weeks and when their flowers wither and die, we know spring has arrived. Death and birth are the same) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/704122/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/703159/ A quarter of the moonis missingwhere has it gone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/637735/ In the early morningLost its wayA lonely star_____________________________________________________________________________________Sometimes a star gets lost and forgets to run for cover when the night dies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/627012/ The sunStriking the fountainWhile water runs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/625471/ A cup of teaIn its quiet surfaceI drink the moon____________________________________________________________________________________If i could ever drink the moon it would be on the surface of a perfectly still cup of tea.Seated alone in a moon full night, not even the wind dares bother me or th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/625046/ Cold airHer warm breathI hurry not__________________________________________Next to a tree, under a moonless night the chilly air bothers me not as she warms my lips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/622050/ Haiku about Octobers blue sky and its inhabitants http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/617769/ A million raindropsHitting the silenceNobody's there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/598965/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/583550/ Short Story in Spanish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/582626/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/580131/ short fiction story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/579721/ Green grassErasing its shadowsPlays with the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/570001/ A bird songBounces in my earI am alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/569466/ Gusts of smokeremind me gentlythat we all disappear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/569464/                 Endlesslines. One after the other they all seemed to converge at one single point. Hewas lost and he knew it. For a moment a ridiculous thought of following thelines crossed his mind but he dismissed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/524191/ Today  I woke up and my left hand was gone. I wasn't surprised at all, I was expecting it to disappear for a few weeks already so it came as no surprise to me.The next morning my left arm was gone. Then and there I got mad, and then, scared. I ran to my bathroom just to let the mirror tell me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/522830/ Dirt on my feetTrail of a wandererI feel alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/522810/ Clouds gathered aboveAn invisible roofsoothes my dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/521989/ The sun sits stillOn top of the leavesMy feet are cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dimi3limb/521988/