FEELINGS OF A EMIGRANT

Soledad barefoot,

drawn on trails,

broken of abandonments.

Infinity thresholds,

that shows his shame,

behind each fright.

Hugs from lagoons

with memories

of the taste of the wounds.

Clods of cornered floors,

generous in time

and on the road.

Sides of the world

spilled with hunger

on the painful field.

Open pores like mouths

who undress

to the skin when it trembles.

Foot cribs

moistened by the

clamor of eye witnesses.

Cardboard hands in the pudores

and voice of blood

with absence root.

Kissed of rains,

laurel

and smoke emptied.

Confused stars

dye of mercy

his outraged hands.

Seeds tangled in the wind

scattered on flowers

bites of silence.

Rage of the trampled earth

that cracks in the children

of the color of the waits.

Wandering legends

of men without names

through the ways of infamy.

Lying Supplications

on the mantle of Christ

devoured at the table.

Sunflower seeds of dreams

incubated on the vera

from another story.

Singings of the lonely earth,

that die again and again,

in the lost echo of a story.

Masts

of submerged patriots

that look out,

by the light of candles.

Chips of the early sun,

stuck in the bellies,

while the oblivion drips

in the back room of life.

Prison air flights,

that flee with thirst

facing time .....

To be satisfied in the

memory and hope.

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