Poems from MarianaEspinosa

I am a the quietude of an independent will Who has been one acquainted with the snares of tongues tips Automaton to its vices leading With...
Why did I let you in? You dreaded burglar of all I was feeling so lonely  Lonely, crying into my knees, curled up like a ball   And now...
I shoved that brown box in the back of my closet Fading slowly from sight It was a century in a box full of life's deposit The photographs...
One of my desires is that those insecurities, So rusted and worn they scarcely show displease. Were not as twere the merest thoughts of...
Do not fight glory of ancestor might New ages should rejoice hispanic life Sing, singing in the mariachi night   Maria and Roberto know...

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