She wanted to be a child again.
Take back the innocence, the future, the laughter that had changed
by a grimace of boredom.
No more tears, she wanted oceans of life she owned
and rise in its waves to scan the horizon.
Changing the "you must" for the "I want" was what was necessary.
Oblivion
and wind the clock of eternal return.
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Tangled
PoetryEnglish poetry. Aquí encontrarás alguno de mis poemas traducidos al inglés. Pronto saldrán a la luz en versión bilingüe e ilustrada junto a poemas de mi libro en físico "Mía" y otros tantos ineditos 🤗. Ayuda a la traducción: Sara Walsh 🖤🤍 Porta...
