Oh! El amor, la pluma y el papel
Son todo lo que soy y que sere
El amor me despierta, me llena,
Me enternece y me hiere,
Me enloquece y me pierde.
La pluma es mi pasion
La tomo en mis manos
Y escribo y describo
Los versos de mi alma
El papel es el lienzo
En el que estampo mis huellas
Las palabras que fluyen
Y abonan la tierra.
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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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