lørdag 27. august 2016

Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma, Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma...



I've seen wings sprout
From handsomest women's
    shoulders,
Seen butterflies fly out
Of rubbish heaps...



I know that fools are buried
    Splendidly,
with floods of tears,
and that no fruit on earth
is like the graveyard's....


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