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I would tell you so much
but there are no beautiful words
that they can explain my feelings to you.
I bring you this bouquets of roses
of the coral in my garden.
Receive them and keep them with zeal
they will tell you how I love you
they know that I suffer for you.
It costs more to forget than to remember
in the life of each being
human there is something so
which one suffers
Which is yours?
It's sadder
not having and wanting to give
to have and not want to give.
Poem written by my mother Arolis Quilarque, I have her permission to publish it.
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