Author's note: The following poem was published on June 26th, 2019, in Spanish language.
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Everything it's the same for me
when it comes to music.
In these days and these years,
everything seems generic to me,
like they're trying over and over
to put in my head
that the morbid is essential
for the music.
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I feel nostalgia when I listen
my parents and grandparents' music.
I feel nostalgia when I listen
the music of my youth,
that one where it squandered talent
again and again.
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Childhood and youth memories
is what I have when I listen
the music of past decades.
Boredom and weariness I feel
when I listen to today's songs.
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Yet exceptions exist
in these days,
but they're few
as the desire to listen
to the artists of the moment.
