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.
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Breathing
I seat in here and I look at the sky So perfectly draw by the Artist The contrasting colors that blends Over the crystalline waters In this...

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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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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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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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