Entre yagrumas
Arremete contra mí, esa irónica máscara
que no permite ver la luz.
¿Para qué ser gema, si ahora soy roca
y como cuarzo añoro el cincel?
Yazco donde lo sensual nada significa.
Soy un cadáver más entre yagrumas.
Between Yagrumas
Attack against me, in ironic mask
that does not allow to see the light.
Why be a gem, if I'm now a rock
And how do I miss the chisel?
I yazco where the sensual thing nothing means
I am a corpse more between Yagrumas.
Thanks for getting to my blog
Gracias por llegar a mi blog
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