aveces, mi alma me duele
(sometimes, my soul hurts)
In Spanish (3 of 3)
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In Spanish (1 of 3)
gitano, me robastes
(gypsy, you stole from me)
Pleasures
soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting
Dream
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
Excerpt
The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Not her
he did not choose her
Away
she turned away
