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Poetry & Art

Solía no pensar /I never used to think

de esta manera /this way

pero ahora admiro /but I now admire

cómo siempre he sido /how I have always been

capaz de conseguir /able to achieve

abundantes pelos exquisitos /thick luscious hair

en todas partes /all over

de mis piernas /my legs

y me vale madre /and I don’t care

qué tú opines /what you think 🙂

 

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by Gabild

The first time I wrote a poem, I cried because I had no words to say. Now I write poetry because I have no words to say when I cry.

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