Recuerdo que algún dÃa yo le hablé de mi rÃo y una como tormenta se agitó en sus estrañas. No sé si fue mi pecho que tembló de recuerdo o si fueron mis ojos que asomaron nostalgias." "I remember a day when I spoke of my river and something like a storm stirred in his being. Was it my breast that trembled with the memory Was it nostalgia that showed through my eyesJulia De Burgos
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This quote is a beautiful and lovely piece of Spanish poetry. When you read it will be filled with love and nostalgia.
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