who
could launch a thousand angels from heaven ... Ismael Serrano
One day you wake up,
you get out of bed, table, sun to sun, clutching
injustice against you full of enthusiasm.
hanging from his lips the poisonous saliva of misery,
with her tusks
those cannibals of honesty, devouring
idle innocence.
you catch in their nets,
crawling along the paths of injustice and neglect,
his silence,
threatens you with hope,
and the truth is hidden in every step of your destiny.
There, far away, lost
others
I eat waves,
one by one,
asleep castaways of victory. You are pawns exiles
a fascist
board led by a despotic king.
you face anything
to eternity of emptiness,
to scratch in every second time stolen.
And one foot and one foot, and foot and foot
are
flying wings looked abysmal. Almas
fall,
to the account of oblivion, like tears narcotic
freedom.
not distance from the ocean kills
terror not drown in the water, break your neck
claw unpunished, the unjust acquittal
Power at the feast of death marina. Juan Pedro
Blanco Fernández
