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The Spanish original is mine and the translation is mine.
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Original version in Spanish. The other is a translation
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Los misterios del sentimiento que confunden y extrañan, se ahogan y regresan. Está en mi garganta, funciona como la marea, viene y va. Y..
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Sit and waitThe trees are playing with the wind,Lack of faithSleepness arrives to the eyelid,Is cold and cleanPeople are shadows in the streets,Fog an..
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Abstracting dullnessIntellectualist boredomWhat did you just say?
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Isn't it so f*****g boring?OMG shall we leave away?Questioning so much is annoyingWhy not be hip here, stay.Maybe cos we are very postmodernor um say ..
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How I was hung in your cherry lips,But then the perfect film was deadNothing remains not even your fists.First surreal, reality meets dreamsLife was a..
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Take it easy.Slow down.That’s what everybody saysor so they pretend to care.Hate.What a naive word.Like the brute force of Goliat.Ha, but is so ..
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Jacobo was driving at quite some speed, he was late and aunt Martina would be quite angry.-Aren’t you like driving very fast? -Asked Jessica wor..
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Is the rhythm of the lights the movement the sound and the echoes,behind a glass;like going back, in, time.Your so-called, or maybe wished, lover&rsqu..
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