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	<title>Arte Soy &#187; Oscar Fuentes</title>
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		<title>Women</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today everyone has asked about you,
How you&#8217;ve been, and where you were&#8230;
I didn&#8217;t know.
I remember faces, smiling and laughing.
I remember your eyes&#8230;
Oh those lovely eyes of yours.
I was a fool.
Beautiful women have lay down with my books.
Over my poems they would let down their hair.
But they were hardly aware of me.
Where have they all gone [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today everyone has asked about you,<br />
How you&#8217;ve been, and where you were&#8230;<br />
I didn&#8217;t know.<br />
I remember faces, smiling and laughing.<br />
I remember your eyes&#8230;<br />
Oh those lovely eyes of yours.<br />
I was a fool.<br />
Beautiful women have lay down with my books.<br />
Over my poems they would let down their hair.<br />
But they were hardly aware of me.<br />
Where have they all gone to?<br />
The country road is nice and inviting, but it is not for me, not anymore&#8230;<br />
Constantly, I think of you, you who left behind your guitar and your beautiful self<br />
Engraved in my mind.<br />
But the evil men have now set their eyes on you, all of you.<br />
The evil men are after you, and this is beyond my control.<br />
Without effort, I realize that a man constantly suffers<br />
That his heart is as fragile as the feelings of a baby<br />
That when involved with a woman he loves<br />
His mind gets confused, he feels insecure<br />
And he becomes more of a man<br />
When he conquers the heart of a different lady.<br />
Considering the fact that a man, in confrontation with another<br />
Like an animal, he shows his teeth, brings out his nails, bites, screams<br />
And combs his hair.<br />
Realizing also that a man can get extremely sad<br />
That he can become quiet, as if about to cry<br />
Especially when he discovers that the women he loves<br />
Are no longer mine.</p>
<p>(Oscar Fuentes contributed this.)</p>
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