Cry - Llorar

Cry

... and suddenly she started to cry on my shoulder. I would have sold my soul for having her in my arms in another time, and now, suddenly, all my images had disappeared. There was nothing The dry damp of her tears only inspired me a deep sense of grief.



Llorar


… y súbitamente se puso a llorar en mi hombro. Con lo que yo hubiera dado por tenerla entre mis brazos en otra época y, ahora, de repente, todas mis imágenes habían desaparecido. No había nada. La húmeda sequedad de sus lágrimas no me inspiraban sino una profunda sensación de pena.

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