Y ¿quién podría seguirte el paso, alma vagabunda?
Si no conoces destino alguno y eterna es tu penuria.
Y ¿quién querría seguirte el paso, alma errante?
Si deambulas entre las sombras,
escondiendo el aroma de la rosa.
¡Maldito ímpetu! Que desgarra y desmorona.
Maldita yo, que nací contigo de corona.
(Madelaine Bustamante)
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The flaneuse
And who could follow your steps, wandering soul?
If you know no destiny and your scarcity is eternal.
And who would want to follow your steps, roaming soul?
If you wander among the shadows,
Hiding the aroma of the rose.
Damn force! That rips apart and cracks down.
Damn me, who was born with you as a crown.
If you know no destiny and your scarcity is eternal.
And who would want to follow your steps, roaming soul?
If you wander among the shadows,
Hiding the aroma of the rose.
Damn force! That rips apart and cracks down.
Damn me, who was born with you as a crown.
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