Amargura
En el verano de mis canciones,
Nada llego' a dar flor,
Los poetas viven de ilusiones,
Como buenos cobardes que son!
Bitterness
In the summer of my songs
Nothing ever flowered,
Poets live from illusions,
As do, most good cowards.
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Deluded by illusions Poets are just like the words they write. A fantastic poem, dear Sandra. My poem Lifeboat was inspired by Not Real.