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Happy Easter! Feliz Pascuas! Scroll to the last photo to see my mom and I and our coordinated outfits. And yes we are wearing the same shoes!🇵🇷deslicé para la derecha para ver mi mamá y yo en nuestro “outfits” coordinados. Y si estamos usando los mismos tacones. #easteroutfits #puertoricanbloggers #nycblogger #latinawriters #easterootd

Recently, I had to go to the ER because of a pain in my ribs. It was so bad I was unable to breathe freely. It turned out to be a muscle spasm and it started to get better after the hospital discharged me. But it did take about a week and a half for me to be able to take a deep breath. I found it really scary. It must be awful for people who suffer with asthma and other breathing problems. Let’s be grateful for the things we take for granted. No new lesson here...just a new experience for me. ❤️ #breath #gratitude #life #blessings #takenothingforgranted #lessons #experiences #poetry #poetess #writingmood #mywords #mythoughts #loverofwords #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsoftheworld #worldofwords #poetryisnotdead #pennedthoughts #poet #americanwriters #latinawriters #spilledink #wordsmith

Skeleton When all that's left is the skeleton, The bones A faint reminder of what once was, What lived and breathed, What pumped with blood and love. The bones, Of empty Main Street, abandoned stores, Broken glass, chipped painted signs for hardware, milkshakes, and local banks. The bones, Of vacant houses, the overgrown wild grass, The rough rusted coated tractor, and forgotten bike. The bones, Of empty football fields, of the Friday night lights no longer needed. The bones, Of segregated classrooms, water fountains, sides of the track. The bones An artifact, A testimony to say, to show, to remind That once upon a time There was flesh and shape, Dream and drive, tears, cheer, Hope, work, fear, Laughter, A place where both Hate and love Resided. The bones, Serving witness, Standing as evidence, Of the reality that transpired, The stories that were lived and never told, The smells, The sounds, The complicated breadth of existence, Before all the hate, love, breath Was Gone. When all that's left is the skeleton, Can you make it great again? Was it ever great back then? Or is greatness only ever perceived depending upon the bones you see. ❤️ 16/100 #100dayproject #the100dayproject

🇵🇷En el blog: Visitando la ciudad de NYC.Y ya leíste mi artículo más reciente? Enlace en mi perfil. 🇺🇸TBT to good street art, on the blog now in Spanish visiting NYC and my most recent editorial piece, link in bio. #latinablogger #visitnyc #nycbloggers #spanishblog #nycstreetart #puertoricanbloggers #latinawriters

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