AKA Abraham Bacoln


Finalmente
April 24, 2008, 11:36 am
Filed under: tidbit

Al principio de primavera
todos los arboles cansados
empiezan a brotar
lágrimas de hojas,
y mis ojos de invierno
ven todos las calles
como cuevas
lleno de verde.


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Go back to France, you kraut!

Comment by Marlboro

Is that Llorca?

Comment by Clay

Clay: I’ve been reading a lot of Lorca for my lit class, so that’s where the influence comes from. But no, it’s all mine.

Comment by Kevin O'Mara

It is beautiful!

Comment by stacie

Wanna know what it means. I don’t think Babelfish did so hot.

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