Los suspiros son aire y van al aire;
las lágrimas son agua y van al mar;
dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida
¿sabes tú adónde va?
Here's a perfect little poem by Bécquer. My rule for this series is only to include poems I have memorized. I'm quoting here from memory so I made up my own punctuation.
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