Me nacen del alma
Suspiros
Que roban mi calma
Y miro
Tu viejo retrato
Amigo,
Hagamos un trato
Tu pretendes
Que yo no existo
Y yo pretendo
Que te olvido...
Suspiro.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...
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