In a restless mind there is no oblivion.
In the depths of unhappy hearts
there is a thread of hope that persists
and clings to life.
With every breeze fly the souls of the lovers
fallen in battle
that raise to meet again.
The scores come alive with the melodies that
the mermaids already sang
driving foolish men mad.
And hanging from the threshold of all other people's stories
I live
lost
between reality and desire.
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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...
