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Simple Life

I make a point of not translating or explaining the poems I present here for many reasons but

there is a line in this poem that resonates with me. It speaks of a person who by trying to tame

something wild like the fragrance of a rose, not only ruins the essence but kills the whole damned thing. Have you ever tried to own or hold onto magic only to realize

too late that you've snuffed it out?

author: Jose Angel Buesa

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