FROM THE STOP
IN THE LOG
THE MEAT IT SHAKES AND IT FEELS
THE PAIN THE WORLD.
THROUGH THE SORES OF THE HANDS
OF THE KILLER LANCE IN THE FLANK.
ITS CROWNED FRONT OF THORNS…
VISTA OSCURE PER SECONDS.
THIS RAINING. AND THE LIGHTNING
THEY UNDRESS THE INMUNDICIA OF THE HUMAN HEART
DOWN THE MOTHER CRIES,
THEIR AFRAID FRIENDS HIDE
THEN IT HEARS THE VOICE OF THE FATHER.
NOBODY MASTER MAS WHO THAT THAT GIVES VIDA
BY ITS BROTHERS.
THIS LEFT ITS TRAGEDY… REMEMBERS TO ESPARTACO.
BETWEEN THE LANCE OF ROME AND THE SEA,
And… TO LEONIDAS IN THE TERMOPILAS
AND ONE CLINGS WHEN APPEARING AGAIN OF THE LIFE.
IN THE DEATH RATTLES OF THE DEATH.
IT MAKES THE LOVE ON THE GREEN TURF.
AND INFINITE DESCENDANTS
LIVE IN THE EARTH FOR ALWAYS!!
AUTHOR-CESAR MOLINA CONSUEGRA.
NOTES-
Hoy a las 15:36
It is a great poem!
I'm impressed that "IN THE DEATH RATTLES OF THE DEATH."
Where is the eternal world?
We always sing the songs for the Immortal in our mortality.
In Love,
Mina
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