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domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

German Muse

She was one eighty five
and sixty centimeters wide,
and a face like a bulldog
with a black leather coat;
blond hair is obliged
cos Helda is she named.

And my happiness rely
on her uncover hair,
thus I wouldn't be surprised
if she wears a skull white,
nor a double es.

I don't want to sound racist
but with her appearance
arrived some old menace
not seen on my list.

Not small as I am made
my whole body in a shake,
that much I was scared.

This our meeting, seventy years before
and I wouldn't tell.

But finally, the train arrived.