Stupid
now with shame and sorrow,
In the night I hear him sobbing.
But sometimes he talks a little.
He has told me all his troubles.
In the night I hear him sobbing.
But sometimes he talks a little.
He has told me all his troubles.
Si alguien quiere el poema completo, aquí lo tiene. Traducido no lo encontré. Y cuerpo, y creo que tampoco cabeza, no tengo para hacerlo yo. Octosílabos, por cierto.
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