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The City I Belong to…

In my city of dreams, I still live in a concrete jungle. In these dreams, I still feel my heart beat for the city where was I born...the city where I live my fullest of dreams. I begin to leave these dreams…my heart feels claustrophobic. I…
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Waiting for an Answer, by Jim Alonzo

I saw this man, removed his sandals and sat by the ledge of the pillars. Wondering and waiting for something. Sweaty, he reached for his pocket a hanky, wiped his forehead and neck. He looked around and up, closed his eyes but did not pray.…
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Yearning for Childhood

As children, we seldom think of the future, we live in the present, always. A past rarely exists. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as only few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind...Does…