doom. By Harold Aguilar
In a world where nobody cares for what’s right or wrong.There came some words, to make everything worse.Of course it is not the words,But the ones who perform the actions who have me worried.Cuz if you want to know bout an evil entity,That, my friends, is humanity.
Lust envies greedAnd neither has a creedAnger despises slothAnd in gluttony there’s no loveThe only one that’s left is vanityWhich is too proud to be joined with the restAnd you’d better fear for this, cuz the world is coming to an end.
falling miracle. by Harold Aguilar
Falling Miracle The gift of the rain Blesses me when it falls,For even though I’m not the earth I certainly soak it all. I wonder why,People don’t stop to listen to it.Is it that they’re too busy?Or they just don’t wanna do it. I wonder why,People don’t stop to look at it.Maybe they fear for blindness,But rain, can clear your mind from madness.
I wonder why,People don’t stop to taste it.If when such marvel falls from heaven,It brings the blessings of the angels
I wonder why,People don’t stop to smell it when it melts with the earth If it is a glorious smellThat sets me apart from hell.
I wonder why, People don’t dare to touch it.Their brains have been washed,And they think it is toxic.
But rain my friends,Is actually the gift of life.If you don’t believe me,Ask the trees whose roots Under the ground lie.
Harold Aguilar
Hello world!
Hello people i’m Harold Aguilar. I am a 23-year-old venezuelan student trying to become an english teacher. I opened this blog, in order to share my thoughts with you all. please if you have any comments do make them. I am also very interested in making new friends. so if you don’t wanna talk about anything academical, don’t worry just write and i’ll say hi back.
