Nonsense For You
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Poems and short stories from the very void of every damage soul which not even the burning waves of hell can take away.
Hope you all enjoy this poems and short stories, some are in Spanish and some are in English. Thanks for the support.
Desde los cantos del ruiseñor hasta los llamados del coquí, te juro mi hermosa tierra, que de nuestras manos nadie te lleva.
Espero que les gusten los poemas e historias aquí. Algunos de los poemas e historias son en inglés y otros en español. Gracias por el apoyo.
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