picture of the network.
The Abandoned
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As I feel sorry for the abandoned
who loved thinking he was also loved,
and go through life a love crying
remembering a man dragging a child! ...
As to fell the tree are leaf
and seeing her on the ground and not pick it up,
and there are those who throw stones at the green fruit
and take roll after it bites! ...
The fruit drop are abandoned
lush and tall tree of life
are, rather than fall, fruit
demolished by a treacherous kiss like a rock! ...
For those sad streets fruit roll
as apples macerated spandrels
and their poor bodies, once turgid
bear the indelible mark of teeth ...
have two paths to choose: The
hinge of a door honest or vice harem.
And in the midst of so many, so many hardships, even
there who dares to speak of love! ...
Those tycoons who can protect them,
precipitate further so that more roll,
and up There he gets his last executioner
wanted to exploit if they still have juice!
The Abandoned are as bagasse,
Alamba that squeezes the kiss and hug.
If you still have squeezed juice pain;
are sad bagasse, bagasse love! ...
When meeting, I was filled with anguish
her breasts withered and their faces withered,
and I think that drags his repentance,
a child who is the son of Remorse .
Remorse drags a man
that the child denied his roof and his name ...
Seeing these children of flaxen hair,
I would love them and be their father.
The Abandoned I get these pains
because they are all good women.
are dried apples are fruit drop
high leafy tree of life.
No one covering these goods, there is none to pick them up,
more than the wind that sweeps the leaf ...
Marchan eyes fixed on the ground,
tired in vain to look to the sky! ...
of deep troubles, nor pities Señoer
because of these things ... God knows nothing! ...
And so will the poor, a baby crying, remembering
a man dragging a child!
July Sesto Beautiful poem of Mexico.
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