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Tantas poesรญas ,tanta letras ...
que hablan de ti ,de mi.
De todo lo que nos hizo feliz en este aรฑo que nos lastimamos.
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Este frio que llego y debo soportar sin ti.
Volviendo mis noches en melancolรญa.
Que mi corazรณn, no cierra heridas.
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Que ironรญa es la vida, asรญ como llegaste te machaste de mi vida.
Tantas poesรญas que se van borrando y dejando rastro.
ยฟQuiรฉn te escribirรก ?,ยฟQuien me cantara?.
Ya no ay rosas ,ni estrellas...
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Entre tantas cosas yo decido brillar y liberando este ultimo sentimiento para ti.
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So many poems
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So many poems, so many lyrics...
that speak of you, of me.
Of everything that made us happy in this year that we hurt each other.
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This cold that came and I must endure without you.
Turning my nights into melancholy.
That my heart, does not close wounds.
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How ironic is life, just as you arrived you left my life.
So many poems that are being erased and leaving traces.
Who will write to you, who will sing to me?
There are no more roses, no more stars....
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Among so many things I decide to shine and releasing this last feeling for you.
Todas las imรกgenes son de mi propiedad trabajadas en programa canva
Tiempo de cuarentena. quarantine time
Ediciรณn de video: tambiรฉn en canva.
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