Por Mar Martínez Leonard
Todos los sueños se evaporan y suben al cielo: aquí en la Tierra no hay sueños.
Calles con grandes avenidas nos transportan al futuro, nos traen del pasado: nunca, nunca existe el presente.
Todos los sueños se evaporan y se elevan al cielo: no existen los sueños aquí en la Tierra.
Poema musicalizado con Suno
By Mar Martinez Leonard
All of the dreams evaporate and rise to heaven: here on Earth, there are no dreams.
Streets with large avenues transport us to the future, they bring us from the past: the present never ever exists.
All of the dreams evaporate and go up to heaven: there are no dreams here on Earth.
Author’s translation
Poem musicalized with Suno
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