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I am a poet, where the cry not cries, where the tear are not cardboard. Where the soul rests so close to heart, where the eyes look more than they say not to see. I am a poet where the letters disclose, The feeling of every being that it exists near, far, in pain and that ephemeral happiness that surrounds our existence... ------------------------- Soy una poetiza, donde el grito no llora, donde las lágrima no son de cartón. Donde el alma reposa tan cerca de un corazón, Donde los ojos miran mas allá de lo que dicen no ver. Soy una poetiza donde las letras divulgan, el sentimiento de cada ser que existe cerca, lejos, en dolor y en esa felicidad efímera que rodea nuestra existencia.

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sábado, 5 de noviembre de 2011

What it is you see?


And there you are?
Looking at the star...
And I could not see,
what it is inside of you.

There are my father eyes.
And I walk away,
forgetting to say goodbye
Wonder if he knew,
the love I keep,
inside my heart for him

And there it is me
Looking at the star
Try if I can see,
If I can comprehend,
The treads you let behind.

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By Maileen Torres Rodriguez
November 5, 2011.
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