I know I shouldn't even think about you, let alone have feelings for you.
Still you're the only thing in my mind and I love you a bit more every day that goes by.
I'm done with the rhetorical questions, the doubts and the crying,
I'm through with lying, what I feel is real, no point in trying to deny it.
Mademoiselle Juliette,
You'll never get to heaven if you dance like that.
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linda entrada, estoy en un hotel en buenos aires de vacaciones, yo también siempre aprovecho a escribir algún poema cuando tengo tiempo
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