Siempre al acecho,
esas miradas,
que matan,
envidias.
Observando,
lo que nunca tendrán,
siempre mirando para sufrir.
Buscando lo que no tienen,
esas vacías vidas,
que no tienen vida.
Vidas sin contenido,
que no quieren el bien,
llenando de espinas todo.
Admirando todo lo ajeno,
sin saber disfrutar,
de lo propio.
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Envy
Always lurking,
those glances,
that kill,
envy.
Observing,
what they will never have,
always looking to suffer.
Searching for what they don\'t possess,
those empty lives,
that have no life.
Lives without substance,
that don\'t wish well,
filling everything with thorns.
Admiring all that belongs to others,
without knowing how to enjoy,
what is their own.