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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)

Acne, Beauty, Fear & Now

When I was about 12 years old I experienced acne for the first time. In my family when you get acne you will be cured by eating skunk stew. Yes, that’s right: skunk stew!  When I was 12 years old my … Continue reading

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Belonging

I belong to you. To be specific:   My head belongs to your chest and my arms around your back.   My mouth belongs to your ear where it whispers my love for you.   My hands belong to your temples … Continue reading

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Music

Even when I’m sad; even when I feel hopeless, or perhaps because of all of these feelings… there’s nothing like music, nothing is as uplifting as music.

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It Hurts…

It physically hurts, right now I can feel the pain. But emotionally, the pain is destroying me.   You’ll see me smiling, saying hello, being nice and friendly. And I mean it! I mean those smiles towards those who love … Continue reading

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Calavera 2017…She’s in The Drive!

La Muerte just arrived to beautiful Vancity; she’s ready to revive all the boredom of the city.   Walking around The Drive, she noticed something strange: a group of blond girls wearing crown flowers on their heads.   She took … Continue reading

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My Mornigs at the Bus Stop This Fall

I wake up in the darkness, and I feel like I’m dying. I just want to die, go back to bed and never wake up. I wish I could take my Munequito with me and go as far away as … Continue reading

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I don’t apologize anymore for who I am. I don’t apologize anymore for what I think. Back in Mexico I used to apologize with my mum for things that 1) were not my fault 2) I wasn’t sorry about. I don’t … Continue reading

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