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Little bird alighted
On a branch
And asked me why
I cry at night.
Little bird sang
Just for me
And ask me why
I wonder so much.
Little bird stretched
Her silken wings
And asked me why
I cannot love anymore.
Little bird flew
Went far away
And I asked myself why
I regret it so much.
On a branch
And asked me why
I cry at night.
Little bird sang
Just for me
And ask me why
I wonder so much.
Little bird stretched
Her silken wings
And asked me why
I cannot love anymore.
Little bird flew
Went far away
And I asked myself why
I regret it so much.
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Old Habits
He made his way along the path, trying desperately to recognize anything familiar. Anything that would confirm he was in the right place, or not.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, he paused, taking in the surroundings.
His eyes scanned along the row of apartments, then down the walkway in front of him and along the street and sidewalk before focusing back on the building ahead. He let a slow breath blow between his lips, running his hands along his pants pockets; his nervous habit, noting to himself that his breathing was oddly consistent considering the agitation that was stirring in his stomach. The only thing worse than being right, he t
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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2010
'07
What did I tell you in 2007?
The celebration of time together now done,
Bent on leaving, unwilling to stay,
Behind your childish eyes.
I told you not to go.
Rhetoric patriotic riotic feud poured
From a hormone-fueled mouth,
As you promised me, the tree,
our class, king country, and God
That you would return safely.
You promised us you would not die.
'08
I reasoned with you, I begged you,
But you went anyway.
Maybe it was the figure you cut
in uniform,
Maybe it was the red blood blood-red
rhetoric already half false,
Maybe it was a mind half rotted,
finally cracking under the pressure of a consta
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it's such a lovely, yet sad little poem. i love it! (: