Alguna vez me pediste que nuestra historia tuviera un final feliz, o tal vez menos doloroso de lo que fue. Siempre te imagine tomando el tren a medianoche, que agitabas tu pañuelo por la ventana, y yo corría en el andén, tratanto de coger tu mano. Una vez me pediste que te pintara el mundo en blanco y negro.
She violently caught her prey, Becoming a kind of a hunter. It met a deadly fate, As a fish out of the water. Minutely,its details she saw To understand the message of it. No one seeing, for sure, Her trying to hide in a pit. Her ecstasy was flowing As she kept going on. She didn’t hear the growling Phantoms at the next door. Feeling satisfied with her scrutiny The cover of the book she closed. Now, her next prey waited gloomily Since the end of its life had come. [[ Poema inspirado, en un microcuento que escribí hace años. Lo hice como un trabajo para la Universidad ]]
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