Retrieving old ways. I think good idea to share at least once a week some poems from those blood-curdling. And I propose something. What if we share some beautiful poems? Perhaps the world is any better. I leave you this. Will I teach you some?
De Ángel González.
You all seem happy smile
... And sometimes when speaking.
And they say, even
words of love. But they love
in pairs to
hate of a thousand thousand. And they keep
tons of disgust
per millimeter of that. And look-
nothing more than look-happy, and talk
to hide the bitterness
inevitable, and how many times they fail
as
I can not I hide any longer, this
desperate, sterile , long
blind
desolation for anything which, to where I do not know, "slowly, dragging me.
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