Confesiones
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Translation; Confessions
For you, many should be the confessions, one will be on account of this miserable man, whom time tried to bend with an iron hand, until making air dense, when he tried to breathe in a possible reserve of happiness;
Man is comforted by his own importance and learns to keep it affectionately, Eh, here! to whom the whole life is given in a poem with delicacy, meanwhile, the eyes that protect, yours of love, so far away laughing and without seeing them my soul keeps consuming.
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