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Corderosiete
@corderosiete
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2018-01-19 19:17
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corderosiete
poetry
7y
Streets of war
Streets of war Streets of war Today I walk the same streets yesterday, They seem unknown to me. Without souls, alone. Only the echo of yesterday's laughter is heard of boys who emigrated or are buried.
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Absurd life
Absurd life Absurd life Sitting at the table sharing some bread crumbs my wife and I we are in deep silence contemplating two empty plates of our children who had to emigrate. Years ago, with our jobs,
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corderosiete
poetry
7y
In the concrete desert
In the concrete desert In the concrete desert I go out in the day with the sun as a warrior; no weapons, without shield, with erect shoulders and the naked breast against the force of despair. My heart
corderosiete
poetry
7y
Cries of impunity
Cries of impunity Cries of impunity From a crack a perverse dance is observed. In the darkness they dance on the warm blood of innocents on the sidewalk. Life has no value for a tyrannical regime. Orders
corderosiete
poetry
7y
From the crack in the distance
From the crack in the distance From the crack in the distance This is a new day, a day to survive again. I go out with the moon until it is hidden from the sun. this is a new day to start again. A new
corderosiete
poetry
7y
The people that we are
The people that we are The people that we are The people that we are today it is incorporated It oscillates in its most liquid hour. We are born again in the twilight Sleepwalker In the silence of the
corderosiete
adsactly
8y
Desperate people
Desperate people Desperate people People of continuous walking with walking again the same streets of a century ago. The bartering of food products makes its appearance in the streets with voices of despair.
corderosiete
adsactly
8y
Freedom is not negotiable
Freedom is not negotiable FREEDOM IS NOT NEGOTIABLE For my integrity. For the future of my children. For the future of my grandchildren, For my friends. For my neighbors. For my city For my country DOWN
corderosiete
poetry
8y
Concert for freedom
Concert for freedom Concert for freedom The day feigns a parenthesis. that opens with fun, the music of the whole world sounds in a foreign border to support our arid land of youth. The sun in the sky
corderosiete
spanish
8y
Nuestra gente
Nuestra gente Nuestra gente Nuestra gente. Aquellos con ojos hundidos por una noche en vilo. Los de labios resquebrajados, los de estómago vacío. Los que salen desde muy temprano para sobrevivir. Los que
corderosiete
poetry
8y
People without direction
People without direction People without direction Our people The empty stomach Those with sunken eyes for a night in suspense Those who start walk the streets from very early Those who walk now our same
corderosiete
spanish
8y
Gritos de libertad
Gritos de libertad Gritos de libertad Un pueblo libre de la ausencia en la calle reclama sus derechos constitucionales. Hemos despertados de una horrible pesadilla, comenzamos el día con nuevas ilusiones
corderosiete
poetry
8y
The sun shines again
The sun shines again The sun shines again We have woken up from a horrible nightmare, We begin the day with renewed illusions. A town free of absences on the street claim their constitutional rights. The
corderosiete
spanish
8y
Una luz al final del túnel
Una luz al final del túnel Una luz al final del túnel Una luz de esperanza aparece en cielo gris, el miedo se suprime ante la corrupción. El hambre le tuerce el brazo a los ciegos ante el régimen. Manchas
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Light of hope
Light of hope Light of hope A light of hope appears in the sky. Fear is suppressed in the face of corruption. Hunger twists the arm to the blind before the regime. Blood stains in the arid soil. Cain returns
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Supermoon of blood
Supermoon of blood Supermoon of blood Supermoon of blood Hope begins from a town. The reddish mantle is witness of the screams of freedom marking the beginning of the fall of a regime. Supermoon of blood
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Canción de esperanza
Canción de esperanza Canción de esperanza Después de la muerte de los dioses me sumerjo en páginas de oraciones en busca de la redención. En silencio susurro palabras del Señor como si flotara para posarse
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Song of hope
Song of hope Song of hope After the death of the gods I immerse myself in the pages of prayers in search of redemption. Silently I whisper the word of the Lord as if floating to perch in a deaf crowd.
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Land of grace
Land of grace Land of grace This is where there Uncertainty and fear for the exercise of power. Two silhouettes. One, with many spectra on his shoulders and blood on his hands. Another, with bare shoulders
corderosiete
artzone
8y
Lucha sin forma
Lucha sin forma Lucha sin forma Un viento de cuerda envuelve los ojos en un área sin medida en momento de grietas grises. Los espacios quedan vacíos brazos de desesperación son molinos de viento; agujas,
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