Thursday, August 9, 2012

En el monte / On the hill

On the hill, beset atop, the devil smirked
He chanted, softly into the ground: "Doom approaches"
En el monte, acosando la cima, el demonio sonrió.
Cantaba, suavemente hacia la tierra: -El fin se acerca-

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