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Aug 2018
"Sabiendo nada más que vivir es estar a solas con la muerte"
sabiendo que palpita en la sien la rabia
de la vida no descrita, tal vez pensada.
Sabiendo la amargura, de la muerte los colores
y la sangre.
¿Somos felices?

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"Knowing that living is being alone with death nothing more"
knowing that in the temples pulses the rage
of life not described, maybe thought.
Knowing the bitterness, of death the colors
and the blood.
Are we happy?
Can't recall what poem this was in, but something in "One river, one love" by Cernuda
Nis
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Nis  21/Trans Female/Spain
(21/Trans Female/Spain)   
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