Necesito un poema Diamond poem en inglés?
Necesito un poema Diamond poem en inglés.
Necesito un poema Diamond poem en inglés.
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Respuesta : The letter kills, with a phrase he hurts and even kills himself, where there is no cold, the chimney - sweep cyclone unleashes, this is not prevented by those who delay it.
Respuesta : The letter kills,
with a phrase he hurts and even kills himself,
where there is no cold, the chimney - sweep cyclone unleashes,
this is not prevented by those who delay it.
Of your beauty because desire takes away,
war is nefarious, because it makes more bad men than it kills,
of which they spoke in the gatherings of La Masacuata,
and his chest was feathered with snow and scarlet.
Life never mistreats
brown are the eyes of the girl who kills me,
Because when love does not die, it kills,
and the silver padlock.
Downstream in the silver river,
of what we do not understand and it kills us,
rest kills,
in the long run, the greyhound kills the hare.
A WALL IN MY WAYI thought that I was free but it is not true
A wall stands in my way to freedom.
Bricks, stones…
Masonry patterns… Maybe so are the trees and rivers
Columbs and dams : walls of obstacles
Barries, impediments, burlesque fortresses
As a landscape winter fills my view with snow
The silent wind forms a wall in front my eyes!
And then nothingness, death´s song is constant
Time singing of death… A wall stands, no news
No writing of graffiti… The flat, horizontal flame
My heart is broken.
My feet are without shoes
And my hands are without flesh
There is no food so that I can´t dream
The wall has no doors to escape through
Can I cross the insipid matter?
I am alone and free but still the wall stands in my way
And.
I waited for you to come backfor days, weeks, yearsperhaps lifelongsince I can remember And never came backYou always in my dreamsYou always in my hopesAlways you And now that I see againlucky, I do not need you anymore.
InvocationMay that apparent calm called scepticism never riddle my heart. Let me escape from the numbness of cynicism from the impartiality of shrugged shoulders. Let me believe always in life let me believe alwaysin…
Hope was but a timid friend ; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish - hearted men. She was cruel in her fear ; Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there,…