Wednesday, March 28, 2012

La Nota De Un Estúpido

It is true that I hate you,
But I love you more.
I often try to ignore you,
But I miss you more.

In lone nights and days hard,
I try not to think of you 
But you sneak in like a thief;
Into my head, I hate you!                                        

I wish I could forget your number
I deleted it from the diary
But everyone betrayed me 
Even my poor memory! 

The translator is of no use to me
Nor dictionaries any more
I have a whole book called Life
For some notions to explore.

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