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An Afternoon In September
Una tarde de Septiembre
Fresca la briza se siente
Veo las ramas del árbol moverse
Y los rayos del sol me estremecen!
The Angel In The Chair
In a humble house
A child cries
His hidden cry
Under the pillow
Wet the bed
The poor child!
A plea goes to heaven
Like a beggar
The suffering child
Is it a punishment?
He is just a child
Anxiety
Like a balloon about to burst
I feel my heart race
I walk to various places
And as a mouse I begin to escape!
Like a scared mouse
I come and go without stopping
Looking for an exit
To leave without looking back
Big Moon!
On the clearest nights
Your face I can see
And in silence from my room
I can’t hide
A tear…
That I can see running on my cheek
Beautiful moon
I look at your light at dusk
Your great glow
In the lake you can see
The Green Grass
Green grass
Where are you
Little animals in their homes
Under my feet I feel when I walk
Green grass
Fresh
Where my head
I can rest
Looking to the sky
And the clouds pass