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Simplicidad (Simplicity) (Rachel Jackson- Lafayette, LA)

Creo sinceramente                                          I believe quite sincerely
que a veces es mejor                                       that at time it feels better
hablar un idioma                                               to speak in a language
que no sea tuyo.                                               that isn't yours.

A mí me cuesta más trabajo.                           It is harder for me.
El resultado es más simple.                            The result is simpler.
Pero las palabras que salgan                          But the words that come out
son sinceras, naturales.                                   are sincere, natural.

Sin palabras tan complejas                             Without complex words
Se tranquilizan mis ideas.                                My ideas become calmer.
Saben que lo complicado                                They know those too complicated 
Simplemente no diré                                         I simply won't say.

Digo lo sencillo.                                                I say simple things.
Lo digo sin decorarlo.                                       I say them without decoration.
Hablo como un niño,                                         I speak like a child,
como un niño muy listo.                                    like a very clever child.

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