A Poetry About Barcelona
By Jaime Abascal Saez de Adana
Llovio,
llovio,
nos mojamos
y nos cruzmos sin vernos.
y ahora que hace sol
no somos gota ni tu ni yo.
It rained,
it rained,
we were wet
and we crossed, missing each other.
and now that there is sun
we are not droplets – you nor I.
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