Mi primer poema traducido :3 The skin that used to keep heat gets colder as time goes on The only thing I can do is wander amidst finding relief in the extensions of which humans feed I would like to imagine his soul in a new recipient, I would like to imagine him in some field getting muddy his hands, I am tired to light candles as if he were elsewhere willing for lightness. When death calls, you answer; thus, without handing out you are gone. And then you are not you anymore; now, you are eternal silence, another time voice. I would like you to last over time, but you are merely ephemeral, fleeting. There is no more stopovers beyond earth, you will not land from cheer flesh to the eternal city. You are conceived and you will remain here in the heart of man until the end. Muchas gracias prima Alexandra Trujillo Qué genail detalle!!!
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 03:14:44 +0000
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