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As rolling stones would never gather moss, Sporadically would steadfast writers write- A moment’s win could ..

Alone he sits upon a stone Beneath the morning star, And weaves into the languid world The strum of his sit..

To hurt another hurts you, too, You gain a scar that shall not mend. Repentance merely soothes the pain, Ye..

Ten months into a year, the trees, By gradual abscissions, shed Their leaves- by now turned gold and red- Which ..

Ni afuera ni adentro soy A bland and ordinary boy. Soy prójimo de dos países- My soul is cleft in t..

A time in June at half-past noon We sat without a sound. While scents of fir and sweet liqueur Perfumed the ai..

Another scare had cast its stare Once we had turned away. The pale man’s eyes made shivers rise As he went..

That sudden tone, as sharp as stone, Was spoken from the bar. The captain’s glare met Colin’s stare..

With such surprise four pairs of eyes Went wide from having heard This new voice sound, and spread around Whil..

‘Alright! Alright! Do not inflame,’ The captain seemed to pale, ‘I’ll tell you all my hom..