Oscar Wilde: writer, poet, lover, excentric, homosexual, prisoner number C.3.3, dead.Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
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Love is so fragile
I'd never wanted it to die,
And there was neither word nor sword,
She would. A kiss, she didn't give me.
Wilde tenía razón. Saludos.
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