I listen to a known noise
Inside my confused mind
It doesn´t stop repeating:
“Don´t forget it”
“Don´t forget who you are”
“Don´t forget who you were”
The World comes down,
But I´m not like them.
I listen to a known melody
The sad song of my life,
A guitar without strings
Sounds at the dark night.
“Don´t forget who we are”
“Don´t forget who we were”
Today there´s no feelings,
They killed everything around them.
Un primer intento de poesía en Inglés de hace unos meses...
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