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Mis Amigas (ella es)

by Quinlan L Gibson


Mis amigas son mi aire.

Cuando uno duele, dolí.

Cuando uno grita, grito.

Cuando uno se alegra, yo debo levantarla allí hasta el cielo

y decirle que ella es hermosa.

decirle que ella es fuerte.

Mis amigas son mi aire.

Siempre estaré allí.

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My friends are my air.

When one hurts, I hurt.

When one cries, I cry.

When one rejoices, I am there to lift her up to the sky

and tell her she's beautiful.

Tell her she is strong.

My friends are my air.

I will always be there.





05/02/2008

Author's Note: (Kerry inspired; Sounds even more perfect in Spanish.) I'm wrapping up my second semester of Spanish. This ability is WAY cool!

Posted on 05/02/2008
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/02/08 at 05:40 PM

This is beautiful and you are right and awesome ability and use of language. smh

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