At a coffee shop reading through the thousand pieces of prose and poetry I've typed up already, trying to find some clue as to how to approach the goliath task of getting paid for it, I come across this one in Spanish:
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Un arco-iris murmurando en mi mente

Me hace ver que la vida sigue

Respirando

Renaciendo en la sombra del invierno

Y creandose de Nuevo con el camino peregrinado de la tristeza.

-6/7/2002

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A rough English translation, a couple words changed for flow:

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A rainbow whispering in my mind
Shows me that life goes on
breathing
being born once more in the shadows of winter
and recreating herself in the peregrine wanderings of sadness.

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