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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We are build up of little stories, experiences that all together craft and make sense of our lives. Like a fragile spiderweb, we work on it...
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...