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Dear friends, I leave for the goodness of your readings an English version of one of my poems. It is a version, not a translation, which also arose from my language limitations, but perhaps this is one of the mysterious ways in which poetry manifests itself, isn't it?
As always, I am grateful.

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We are barely...

Just the string
Very thin
From the Weaving Spider

We were born short

Barely a bell

Of a beauty
Inevitable
That we didn't get to
Let's hear it

That's why
We can't
To say of the sea

That thing

Huge
Great scoundrel
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Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre. <br /><center><hr/><em>Posted from my blog with <a href='https://wordpress.org/plugins/steempress/'>SteemPress</a> : https://becksbitcoin.com/2019/07/13/se-are-barely/ </em><hr/></center>