This is a Neruda-style ode that I wrote for Spanish class. This is a rough draft, I suppose, so don’t expect perfect grammar/vocabulary.

Taking Spanish 102 right now, so I understood some (definitely not all) of it. I feel that somehow, the fragmentation of my limited understanding aligns with the ideas that you were maybe communicating, like smallness and the inability to encompass the magnitude of life.

Very experiential. A mí me gusta su poema.