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WE, THE LOSERS We, who never win, who lost all battles. Failures, forgotten, losers, lives wasted for nothing. Those lives that never reached their peak, fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life. Masterpieces of life that were lost, on the losing side, anonymous, gray. Lost along the way, masterful, without a chance to celebrate anything. So many lives we didn't reach, and the dust carried everything away, forgotten failures. Losers, that's who we are, we, the immense majority. NOSTROS, PERDEDORES Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos, los que perdimos todas las batallas. Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores, vidas que se malograron para nada. Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima, caídos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida. Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron, en el bando perdedor, anónimos, grises. Perdidos por el camino, magistrales, sin oportunidad de celebrar nada. Tantas vidas que no llegamos, y el polvo se lo llevo todo, fracasos olvidados. Perdedores esos somos, nosotros, inmensa mayoría --- https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/mostrar-poema-784308
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
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WE, THE LOSERS We, who never win, who lost all battles. Failures, forgotten, losers, lives wasted for nothing. Those lives that never reached their peak, fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life. Masterpieces of life that were lost, on the losing side, anonymous, gray. Lost along the way, masterful, without a chance to celebrate anything. So many lives we didn't reach, and the dust carried everything away, forgotten failures. Losers, that's who we are, we, the immense majority. NOSTROS, PERDEDORES Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos, los que perdimos todas las batallas. Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores, vidas que se malograron para nada. Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima, caídos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida. Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron, en el bando perdedor, anónimos, grises. Perdidos por el camino, magistrales, sin oportunidad de celebrar nada. Tantas vidas que no llegamos, y el polvo se lo llevo todo, fracasos olvidados. Perdedores esos somos, nosotros, inmensa mayoría --- https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/mostrar-poema-784308
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
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