not remain motionless on the roadside
not freeze the joy
not love does not save you now reluctantly
not and never will save
not you fill quietly
not only a world reserve
quiet corner
not to drop his eyelids heavy as
reviews
not run out of lips do not fall asleep without sleeping
not think of bloodless
not judge timeless
spite of everything, but if you can not help
and freeze the joy
reluctantly and with love and save you now
and fills you with calm and reserve of the world
only a quiet corner
and dropped his eyelids heavy as
reviews and you wipe your lips without
and you fall asleep without sleep and you think you judge and bloodless
timeless and remains motionless on the roadside
and save you time
not stay with me
Mario Benedetti Every so often I forget to me. Poetry helps to remember. Experience helps to have memories.
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