Respuestas
Respuesta dada por:
1
Respuesta:
A winter night, so raw
that misery left the portal,
and in their hospital beds
sick mothers cried for their son,
with the cold of Evil in the soul
and the burning of absinthe in the veins,
after a sullen silence of anguish,
a poor drunkard sang in the tavern:
- Partner: do not go out, I have a feeling
something weird and unsightly on the sidewalk.
... The wolves invaded it howling ...
Look out, brother. The street is full!
They are the same ones who spy on your step
in the endless shadow of your path,
those who announce themselves in sordid troops
and in horrible hours they scratch the door.
Explicación:
espero que te sirva ;)
Preguntas similares
hace 1 año
hace 1 año
hace 4 años
hace 4 años
hace 7 años
hace 7 años
hace 7 años