I DONT GIVE
UP
Oh mr. Miles
I learned
English at your class
Was he an
Englishman?
No. He was a
Pole
Prophets of
the times to come
The barking
dogs of Moncloa
Proclaiming
dreams of love
Your sweetheart
was in the British Isles
England
My England
The country
of fogs
When Junes
were
The best months
Across the
sky of Hornchurch
Pubs
Of bitter
ale
Walking to
the inderground
Misterious
and mystic London
Forgive me
Lord
I perceived
the resplendence of a shining meteor
That divine
light never went off
Now I repent
In front of
the extinguished fire
Cenders of that love not quenched anymore
The tail of dreams moves the peacock
I dont give
up
Forgive me
God
viernes, 27
de febrero de 2026
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