Tu le has devuelto
la tinta a mi pluma
y el papel se alegra
sintiendo las letras
engendrar nuevos poemas...
Se habia secado hace tiempo
la fuente de vida,
la seco un extranjero
que se bebio mis noches
y me dejo vacia...
Que extraño es sentir
las ideas otra vez
inundar el papel
como una fuente corriendo...
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Breathing
I seat in here and I look at the sky So perfectly draw by the Artist The contrasting colors that blends Over the crystalline waters In this...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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