Un padre con un borrador enorme borra a su hija. Cuando l acaba hay solamente un rojo mancha en la pared. Su esposa dice, donde es Amyloo? Ella es un error, yo la borr. Qu sobre todas sus cosas encantadoras? pregunta a su esposa. Los borrar tambin. Todas sus ropas bonitas?... Borrar su armario, su aparador -- cerrado para arriba sobre Amyloo! Traer su cabeza aqu y borrar Amyloo de l. El marido frota su borrador en la frente de su esposa, y como ella comienza a olvidarse que ella dice, hummm, me pregunto lo que sucedi a Amyloo?... Nunca odo hablar le, dice a su marido. Y usted, ella dice, que es usted? Usted no es Amyloo, es usted? No recuerdo su ser Amyloo. Es usted mi Amyloo, que no recuerdo ms?... Por supuesto no, Amyloo era una muchacha. Parezco una muchacha?... No s, yo no s lo que parece cualquier cosa ms..
Volunteers needed to translate poetry into different languages. Please help us correct the translation of these poems. We currently have 79,663 translations and are trying to create the largest and most accurate database of world poetry translations. We have started with machine translations which are very inaccurate. Please translate your favorite poem on this site. You will be given credit for your translation and a link to your site if desired. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: These poems have been gathered and submitted by many of people, and from many sources. Most have no copyright. However, some may may have copyrights. We have tried to collect poems that appear on many external sites where the author seems to want to disseminate. If you are an author and do not want your poetry translated into other languages then send a removal request and it will be promptly removed.