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.
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...
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