Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into a poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
- Kait Rokowski.
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Podrá no haber poetas; pero siempr...
"Podrá no haber poetas; pero siempre habrá poesía"
Rima IV, Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.
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