Yo que he visto mis flores marchitarse 



Al soplo abrasador del aquilon, 

 Y mis suenos de dicha evaporarse, 



Y morir en mi pecho la ilusidn. 



Torres Caicedo. 



I who have witnessed my flowers fade away 

 At the burning breath of the cruel storm, 



And my dreams of bliss destroyed in a day, 

 And illusions torn out from my breast still warm. 



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