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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