Respuestas
A WALL IN MY WAY
I thought that I was free but it is not true
A wall stands in my way to freedom. Bricks, stones…
Masonry patterns… Maybe so are the trees and rivers
Columbs and dams: walls of obstacles
Barries, impediments, burlesque fortresses
As a landscape winter fills my view with snow
The silent wind forms a wall in front my eyes!
And then nothingness, death´s song is constant
Time singing of death… A wall stands, no news
No writing of graffiti… The flat, horizontal flame
My heart is broken. My feet are without shoes
And my hands are without flesh
There is no food so that I can´t dream
The wall has no doors to escape through
Can I cross the insipid matter?
I am alone and free but still the wall stands in my way
And
Respuesta:
The letter kills,
with a phrase he hurts and even kills himself,
where there is no cold, the chimney-sweep cyclone unleashes,
this is not prevented by those who delay it.
Of your beauty because desire takes away,
war is nefarious, because it makes more bad men than it kills,
of which they spoke in the gatherings of La Masacuata,
and his chest was feathered with snow and scarlet.
Life never mistreats
brown are the eyes of the girl who kills me,
Because when love does not die, it kills,
and the silver padlock.
Downstream in the silver river,
of what we do not understand and it kills us,
rest kills,
in the long run, the greyhound kills the hare.