UN POEMA DEL CORAZON EN INGLES POR FA ES PARA UNA TAREA
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Respuesta:
Under a sad wall
was my heart.
Like a hidden miser counting his money,
was my heart.
Like a miser or like a prisoner?
Ah ...
Sailor jubilation!
no more jailer wall
nor a prisoner heart.
Already on the old walls,
is my heart.
And on the wall that man
put the man
is my heart.
Raise my heart, my kite.
Red tear of mine, lit in the day
and in the day beating dawns.
Goes up! My heart...!
Explicación:
Respuesta:
My heart has been around for a long time
scratched by your pleasant spur.
And my heart goes quietly
under your spur bleeding to death.
And who would believe it!
that I had a soft fruit inside
that bleeds from the weight of a spur.
And the dictionary says that a spur
it's a long, steely spike
used to drive horses.
Now I do understand
why my heart has run out of control.
Explicación:
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