Imported Poems

Tomorrow I'm going to Bilbao.
I'll be there until friday.. working. But I don't feel like going, though I love the city (and have very good friends there).

Yeah, I guess the problem is that the aim of the trip is not the best of all, he he..


toy triste..

It seems to me that I have a side I've just discovered:

I didn't know I had a blog in the Literature Network ¬¬ so it must have been my other 'I'..

Anyway, as we say in Catalan: 'quants més serem, més riurem!!' ^_^

Welcome!

If someone wants to practice some Spanish, visit my real 'I' at Los Recovecos De Mi Mente ^^


PS: I've to check the translation of the Cat. sentence in English..

There are few of us who
are here to remain.
You are not one of them.
Do not feel sad.
Do not feel glad.
Just listen to us.
Do not act.
You are not meant to.
You are not supossed to speak.

Because you are a slave to our screams. Do hear them.
Now, how does it feel?

There are few of us who
are here to remain.
You are not one of them.
Do not feel sad.
Do not feel glad.
Just listen to us.
Do not act.
You are not meant to.
You are not supossed to speak.

Because you are a slave to our screams. Do hear them.
Now, how does it feel?