Hello, Steemians! It´s me again but in the English version. This poem came to my mind in that language. Fortunately, some of you guys are bilingual speakers. When I read it to my Boss -first in English, then in her mother tongue-, she said it was encrypted and asked me to read it a second time. After doing it, she had no comments. I hope you´ve got better luck at giving our impressions of it. Here it goes:
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Blue owl is my name
Tear out my feathers to write in tongues.
Piercing sun or frozen moon
the second one is of my taste.
Black eyes, ravenous sight.
Depth of night, reflecting stars.
Shades of grey not dare to become black.
I ride bike when the light is red...
expect an unexpected car to hit me.
Hungry dreamcatcher.
I read one thousand stories, is that enough?
Now I know there is a prision in Reading.
Never ending Chess
several pieces.
I am the King of my game.
