*TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH*

It wasn't Penelope with her brown leather bag,
but she also sat waiting and hesitant.
Shining that night with her high heel shoes
and her silky hair, ready for her lover.
Pale from her many moon baths,
she searches in others a reason for the sixth day
while smiling at her many holes of bitterness.
Joy, too expensive for her.

One second was necessary to see her soul
from my side of the mirror. I knew the lesson.
Made from the same dough, we rest in stillness,
only knowing the formula from the last session.

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EL FAMÓBIL ROJO.
Por el Día Internacional de los famóbiles.

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