En Clase/In ClassA Poem by José HumildeA kid in history class who can't get his mind off a girl
Te tengo en mi mente
Te lo explico bien repente: Yo te miro caminando, te miro manijando, te miro en clase durante el maestro enseñando. Como puedo decirte que quiero explorar tu corazón? Tu alma son las Américas y yo soy Cristóbal Colón. pero pa’ decirte, tengo miedo. Pienso es mejor que en silencio yo me quedo. Muchos burlando dicen que obtenerte es imposible. A ellos les digo, que voy ser el último quien se ríe. Cuando cierro mis ojos, pienso de la posibilidad: Tenerte en mis brazos, quitando mi soledad.
TRANSLATION! .......................... I have you on my mind, let me quickly explain it to you: I see you walking, I see you driving, I see you in class while the instructor is teaching. How can I tell you that I want to explore your heart? Your soul is the Americas and I’m Christopher Columbus. The thing is that I want you, but I’m too afraid to tell you. I think it’s best that stay in silence. A lot of jokers say that it is impossible to obtain you. To them, I say that I will be the last one laughing. When I close my eyes, I think about the possibility: Having you in my arms, and taking away the solitude. © 2010 José HumildeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 22, 2010 Last Updated on May 22, 2010 AuthorJosé HumildePocatello, IDAboutI'm a simple man with a complex mind. I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, and wouldn't change a thing. I'm a young 21-year-old Chicano who has a deep understanding for his culture. I'm.. more..Writing
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