some grief poems appear en español.

All of us go

Suddenly and thorned

When the favors end

do not cry, when we are absent

at the table —

Fine Danube,

and how far, from my humble colors,

how is it that these directions we have arrived to,

and already far along,

resentful?

If I was barely saying goodbye?

-j

Published by J. Alejandro

I put things on paper. I also hit the REC button. I believe in you, and I believe in your work.

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