y me pregunto...donde anda la justicia?
De veraz que es ciega
para la pobreza del pobre
para el hambre del hambriento
para la tristeza del triste...
Se ha tapado los ojos para no ver las injusticias
se cubrio los oidos para no escuchar los llantos
ha enmudecido para no hablar con los despojados
Se ha convertido en una estatua de piedra
que adorna los patios de los abogados...
alli es donde esta, inmovil, fria, insensible.
Mujer al fin!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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Life in the backyard -the Mama's nest
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...

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One day God created Adam And from his rib he molded Eve He gave His new children A place call Eden… Then He went to rest... Mean time, Satan...
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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Yo complain so much But you have your hands. With them you can work And make a living. You can plant roses Or fix a car... Or build a ...