DEJAVU

Life at a reckless speed,

never did hesitate to think

of that slide the consequenses.

Stop now? Too late for senses.

Blurred image of a man portrayed,

speechless soul in pain,

measure it now and pay the sentence.

Journey at a still pace,

through a narrow road that's blue;

yes, it is lonely too, cold, senseless;

It ends

Life at a reckless speed,

just a handful of memories,

It ends

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Que la poesía es vicio? Quien dijo eso? Sírvanse!

deutsch ethel

My dear riend, You write so beautiful in English too. I send u a big kiss, Ethel.

DEJAVU

And I shall return that big kiss to you, for your company across the language frontier my traveler friend.

Big hug too!


DEJAVU

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Que la poesía es vicio? Quien dijo eso? Sírvanse!