Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, March 18, 2010

Quizá solo somos las historias que se dicen, las versiones que cambian.
No somos mas que los secretos al aire que dejamos escapar.

Maybe we are only the stories told, the changing versions.
We are not other than the aired secrets we let escape.

It is poetry... or so they say.

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