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Are you interested in being interviewed & feature in a news article?

78%
63 deviants said Yes! [Write your name so I can contact you] :heart:
21%
17 deviants said No :(
1%
1 deviant said I know someone, I'll tell them [Write your name in a comment, and the interested one, too] :eager:
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I don't know who you are, but you must be some kind of superstar?

44%
22 deviants said HELL YEAH! :#1:
20%
10 deviants said Wut? :O
18%
9 deviants said Cause you got all eyes on you no matter where you areeee :star:
14%
7 deviants said Mudkips covered in chocolate :drool:
4%
2 deviants said Me star? No I'm emo :tears:
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Soneto LX - Spanish English

A ti te hiere aquel que quiso hacerme daño,
y el golpe del veneno contra mí dirigido
como por una red pasa entre mis trabajos
y en ti deja una mancha de óxido y desvelo.

No quiero ver, amor, en la luna florida
de tu frente cruzar el odio que me acecha.
No quiero que en tu sueño deje el rencor ajeno
olvidada su inútil corona de cuchillos.

Donde voy van detrás de mí pasos amargos,
donde río una mueca de horror copia mi cara,
donde canto la envidia maldice, ríe y roe.

Y es ésa, amor, la sombra que la vida me ha dado:
es un traje vacío que me sigue cojeando
como un espantapájaros de sonrisa sangrienta.

:heart:

Those who wanted to wound me wounded you,
and the dose of secret poison meant for me
like a net passes through my work— but leaves
its smear of rust and sleeplessness on you.

I don't want the hate that sabotaged me, Love,
to shadow your forehead's flowering moon;
I don't want some stupid random rancor
to drop its crown of knives onto your dream.

Bitter footsteps follow me;
a hideous grimace mocks my smile; envy spits
a curse, guffaws, gnashes its teeth where I sing.

And that, Love, is the shadow life has given me:
an empty suit of clothes that chases me,
limping, like a scarecrow with a bloody grin.

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