torsdag 28. januar 2016

alguien dejo unas palabras para ti. Se gastaron esperándote. Aquí están. El tiempo las ha borrado. Yo también.



Someone left you some words.
They wore out waiting for you.
Here they are.
Time has erased them.
So have I.


There was a land, which I suppose,
Where everyone had a crooked nose;


And the crooked nose that everyone had
In no manner did make him sad.


But in that land a man was born
Whose nose more straight and clean was worn;


And the men of that land with a public hate
Killed the man whose nose was straight.



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