Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Love, a poem by lola Haskins


She tries it on, like a dress.
She decides it doesn’t fit
and starts to take it off.
Her skin comes, too.

El Amor y La Mujer

Se lo prueba, como si fuera un vestido.
Decide que no le queda,
Y empieza a quitarselo.
Su piel se desprende, tambien.

Lola Haskins

(2017 ed. -- I like this very much)

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