Fred poem #12/Traste poema #12. Eng/Esp

ENGLISH

The fret

It tires me to watch how I drag the entire fret.

I trust people's humanity in a creepy way.

They pawn me disorders for love. And I pay them inconsiderately

Even knowing that no one will claim the disorders.

Even knowing that nobody returns love.

The price I owe was set by myself.

It was a losing bet.

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ESPAÑOL

El traste

Me fatiga observar como traigo de arrastre todo el traste.

Confío en la humanidad de las personas de una manera escalofriante.

Me empeñan trastornos por amor. Y los pago desconsideradamente

Aún sabiendo que nadie reclamará los trastornos .

Aun sabiendo que nadie devuelve el amor.

El precio que debo lo he puesto yo mismo.

Era una apuesta perdida.

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