A shout of teenager

in the loneliness of this eternal night.

Tear that slips slowly,

looking for the full moon.

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Anger and passion contained

in cells where the illusion dies.

Errant soul, injured heart,

so, the wounds are reborn.

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Disillusioned warrior,

for fights that are not worth it.

That one who is not consolled by the kisses

in this frozen summer.

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I am the traveler who waits,

in these routes, forever desert.

The flowers slowly waking up

when the spring is born.

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I am simply a star

spending a night in the immensity of the sky,

which got lost for going in search of it,

agonizing in the ground.

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Finally I stopped living suffering.

Because I do not live, if it is not dying.

.....

-el llanero solitario