Milanes Pablo
Miscellaneous
In what a quiet way
In what a quiet way
you enter me smiling
as if it were spring,
I am dying.
br/>And in what subtle way
he poured on my shirt
all the flowers of April.
Who told him that I was
always laughing, never crying?
As if it were spring,
I'm not that much!
On the other hand, how spiritual
that you give me a rose
from your main rose bush.
From what a quiet way
you approach me smiling
as if it were spring,
me dying,
me dying.
Contributed by Joaquín Moya
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Feb-97

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