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¿Qué no era el rojo de buena suerte?
¿Wasn't red supposed to be good luck? ----- No hay razón de estar, de estar como me siento sin poder pronunciar. Llorar bajo la lluvia, para disimular las lágrimas que cualquiera llora. Mirar hacia el cielo, sin parpadear. Y luego escucho esa canción en el piano que no es un recuerdo. Y luego escucho esa canción, la más feliz de todas. Dime si no quieres que hable tu silencio no es respuesta. Mil dudas en mi cabeza que no está unida a mi cuerpo por la razón. y retumba el sonido del nadie, y me pregunto qué sucedió. Me prometí a mí misma callar, no volver a pronunciar, no volver a dejarme lastimar. -Traduction- There's no reason to be, to be like I am, without being able to speak. Cry under the rain, to hide the tears that anyone cries. Look up at the sky, without a blink. And then I hear that song on the piano that is not a memory. And then I hear that song, the happiest of all. Tell me if you don't want me to speak your silence is not an answer. A thousand doubts in my head that is not conected to my body by reason. And the sound of nobody rumbles, and I ask myself what happened. I promised myself to keep quiet, to not say a word, to not let myself be hurted again. ---------- Poem and photograph by me. <Thank you ~amilionways> ©Nchi |
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magnifico... esta es muy buena...
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I'm not good in english! Si tu veux savoir, demande en Francais, sino en Español que te dire todo...
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Here it is:
There's no reason to be,
no reason to be like I am
without being able to talk.
Cry under the rain,
to hide the tears
that anyone cries.
Look up at the sky,
without saying a word.
And then i hear that song
on the piano that is not a memorie.
And then i hear that song,
the happiest of all.
Tell me if you don't want me to speak
your silence is not an answer.
My doubts in my head
that is not conected to my body
by reason.
and the sound of nothing comes back,
and i ask myself what happened.
I promissed myself not to talk,
not to return to speak,
to not return to let myself down.
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sometimes even right is wrong ~
I'll be updating the poems on my deviations really soon I hope
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