Donald Traxler's Poetry
Friday, October 28, 2016
QUATRAINS DE NOSSA SENHORA
XCIV.
Somo prisioneros
y non avrá resgate.
Por las barras da prisón
nos dan shocolate.
We are prisoners
and there will be no ransom.
Through the prison bars
they give us chocolate.
28/10/2016
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