How can hang another sadness,
one more, in the same hanger,
after the gateway to the feat
of life, without falling into the trap of abjure
excess life of bitterness in the soul. How can you endure such pain
both
weight without complaining. I admire and more: you hurt me
from within until the end of the world, mother.
M ª Antonia Gutiérrez Huete
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