Volaría como un pájaro blanco,
Viendo todo,
Sintiendo todo,
Libre como la brisa,
Capaz de aterrizar en estanques o praderas;
Pero preferiría posarse
Cerca de ti.
(*This is with corrections by a friend.
My poem “My Soul” in Spanish.
Would be something new for Pencil Stubs I believe.)
If I had a soul
It would fly as a white bird,
Seeing everything,
Feeling everything,
Free as the breeze,
Able to light on pond or prairie;
But it would prefer to perch
Close to you.
Encore.
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