And now we’re All Kaput,
Like that German marching Boot!
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The culmination of Thought,
That can encircle feeling and meaning,In one inseparable sphere,Without hypocrisy or fear!
Cambiaremos las sonrisas por lagrimas
los parajes de la luna, son sombriosfrios, aunque parezca, al revesyo te querre’ siempreaunque tu no me quieras,Una y otra vezHasta convertirme en tu sombraPara siempre, despues.TranslationDon’t Leave Me.We will exchange smiles for tearsWhen you will no longer be here,The spaces on the Moon are SomberAnd Cold, even though,it may not seem that clearBut I…
No imagination, can fly as high,
And takes the bird, your soul, by the wingSo it can sing, sing, sing!
They say
A sixth sense,Or did IMake that up?In any case,I’m sureSome do!Otherwise,They’d only saySilly thingsLike meAnd you.
The miracle of Poetry,
In the Love it carriesAnd the tears itCries.
I write what I feel,
Poetry is Feeling,More than you can say.