"Look at that person as she laughs and as she sings,
running while she sings, while she cries,
she is alone while she suffers, while she speaks.
In the middle of her room, sobbing with madness without speaking,
a corner disgusted with anger and blush, flushed dancing while she thinks,
while she laughs, passion in her things puts, happy as she brings melancholy,
embracing to the heat, while crying while I consolate her."
"Mira esa persona como ríe y como canta,
corriendo mientras canta, mientras llora,
sola esta mientras sufre, mientras habla.
En medio de su cuarto, sollozando con locura sin hablar,
un rincón disgustada llevada por el enojo y sonrojo, sonrojada bailando mientras piensa,
mientras ríe, pasión en sus cosas pone, feliz mientras melancolía trae,
abrazada al calor, mientras llora mientras la consuelo."
YOU ARE READING
Peace lies in its hatred
PoetryA book full of poetry murdered by the public, written by a ghost and proclaimed by a bohemian. Un libro lleno de poesía asesinada por el publico, escrito por un fantasma y proclamada por un bohemio.
