Un piso de madera que hace berrinches / En una colina llamada Prenzlauer al noreste de Berlín.
Poema XL: B
Category: Poetry
Poem XXXVIX: Incensed
By going within, there's so much you can do, and then nothing
Poem XXXVIII: The hanged man
A man was standing at the top of a building
Poem XXXVII: The fire
Who was with me, willing to love me / That fiery night
Poema XXXVI: La batalla
Tendemos a olvidar lo bonito de las cosas
Poem XXXV: The battle
We tend to forget the beauty in things