A polyglot’s thoughts

Poetry and Prose

It’s strange sometimes, when in solitude I sit,

And a voice welcomes herself to narrate a bit,


A veces en español, la voz me habla

De cualquier cosa, con cada palabra


Y al mismo tiempo, sin darme quenta,

Comença outra historia, com força tormenta.


Lembrando situaçoes que quase esquesceu,

E isto acontece, no cérebro meu.


Je pense que c’est tres amusant,

Mais il peut être beaucoup déroutant.


J’ai de la chance, que est seulment moi,

Que parle la voix, et pas à toi.


It’s not really lonely, for me in my brain,

I have so many voices, who come entertain.


I love all these words, that in my life I have met,

Sin ellas, não seria capaz de ce tête-à-tête.


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