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Oct 2017 · 554
IRISH COFFEE
Please,
just a coffee.
An Irish Coffee!
So that I can remember
of my land.
So that I can remember
of my dreams.
So that I can remember
of the smell of grass.
So that I can remember
of the taste of rain.

Please,
just a coffee.
An Irish Coffee!
So that I remember everything.
Jul 2016 · 354
Poetry
Poetry bother me,
late night,
late in the day ,
does not matter!
.It Is a desire to *****
a new world,
a new thing
that makes me crazy,
Chases in bed ,
rips the mattress ,
I steal the covers,
I hijacks the pajamas.
.all Day bother me,
everyday,
all the time,
does not matter!
.A Poetry ****** me off
all the time,
robs me the second ,
the minutes , the entire clock.
.**** with my calm ,
bare my soul ,
accentuates my anger
and stone me ,
.me Turns inside out ,
disrespects me ,
me frightens ,
***** me ,
.She Takes me
and you receive me as anecdote,
Sometimes you love me
and sometimes I hate me .
Poetry completes me ,
But never satisfy me .
So addiction me
this drug me anesthesia ,
.They Treat me like a *****
And ***** me mercilessly ,
smells all my powder
and leave me in bed , alone.
.Me Separates ,
Alienates me ,
Enslaves me ,
I still buries in life.
.Make me to be
Another toy,
poetry that complete me ,
But never satisfies .
Jun 2016 · 456
When
When is the right time
To make a decision
To bring the result expected
In the short time?
when sleep
I hope that my mind calm
The storm inside my heart
And slowly burning in my soul.
I'd love to say that renews me
Lie down and be able to rest
Without worrying about the ****
The whole world is doing around.
According tired unsure
If even I slept or stayed awake
Or that period of time where
It is not known what the exact place.
When I get up I see a strange world
And I wonder if even belong
In this load of crap
That is present in every corner of the window.
Reborn and die as well as sleep and wake
Every day that passes, every year
And the meaning of existence is lost
If it ever even had any.
When I think I catch something,
Even if it seems a small thing,
Become the ultimate of humanity,
In an almost complete rarity.
I run like a wild one
Do not know where, I have no idea,
Just run, just run
As a mad mad completely tormented.
If no secret even in this life
I do not know, not found and no wonder.
I only know that I was born. When? Someday!
I do not know, do not know or want to know.
Only interested me the 'when' of things.
The amount no longer matters so much,
After all, at that time of life,
The time of things is important.
Schizophrenia embraced arrives at the age,
Senility kiss my lips
And practically asks me to marry
In a final story already announced and predictable.
When?
Now!
Senile, anyway.
Amen!
Jun 2016 · 588
honest people
honest people



What drives these people
Honest and so simple
Still insists ,
He fears nothing and not get tired ?

His hands say so much
And his look brings so much history ,
Your smile is real
And your pain , reward.

Each step is so welcome
And the search is so intense
I hardly understand me ,
Almost I do not see me .

My heart can not see
People cry, people suffer.
I add the ground and the direction ,
I lose faith and to the right.

I lose step ,
I lose track,
I lose so much,
I lose everything.

I'm speechless ,
I'm deaf,
I'm blind,
I lose the world.

Where all these people cry
Honestly that never tires
It's like a huge house
Where have people up on the balcony.

This dirt road ,
This dirt road ,
softly cry and beg
That hold on my heart.
Jun 2016 · 392
Love yourself!
If touch,
Feel ,
If arrange ,
If perfume.

If you assume ,
Take a chance ,
If talk ,
If understand.

Respect yourself,
To appreciate ,
If protect,
Be amazed .

If you miss ,
If seeketh
If help ,
If setting.

If you draw ,
Pride ,
If inspire,
Thrill .

To equilibrate ,
If set ,
Free yourself,
If you cover up .

If dating ,
If you choose ,
If desired,
If conquer .

If hug ,
If you kiss ,
Treat yourself ,
Love yourself!
Jun 2016 · 459
Farewell
Goodbye, I'm leaving,
Now no return.
In the end, I'm smiling
While you cry.

I've jumped the fence
And I fall in the dark,
I've played around the world
And I lived every second.

I've done a bit of everything
And I enjoyed every moment,
Already swam in the open sea
And I realized all desire.

I now off the party
And let only my story.
Refuse all almsgiving
And run away from this great school.

Now do not delay
Not any more second.
Comes to an end my life
And the anecdote.

Goodbye to my life,
Goodbye to the good life.
I leave part of my story
To make it in memory.

If I go to Paradise
I get there smiling,
I get there asking
Not return to this world.
May 2016 · 2.0k
old prejudices
No one respects anyone!

old prejudices
They arm themselves on street corners with divine ideas .
old prejudices
They rule the world since ancient times .

old prejudices
They are never forgotten or outdated .
Old prejudices :
Spends time and are always remembered .

old prejudices
With the skin color
Are old prejudices
And eternal concepts .

Old and older
Prejudices of old
They are old and eternal ,
eternal concepts .

Concepts are created ,
Concepts arm ,
Concepts as old
They are old prejudices .

as old ideas
And extreme measures
They are eternal pests
Who do not die of old .

old prejudices
They are old and old
eternal concepts
And eternal prejudices.

No one respects anyone!
May 2016 · 386
LSD
LSD
Looks like it was yesterday
As I walked in the rain,
The lifeless bodies
That will not touching .

Dreams take account
What did not happen
And fear dominates
The landscape of the place.

It seems that time has stopped
And nothing in the world has changed,
A year has passed
And not changed the landscape of the place.

Perhaps of awe
All the shouting in the darkness
What is lost in her hair
And the simplicity of his gaze .

That drink of sweat
Or learn from all this pain ,
But who understands the landscape
Abstract feeling and love.

That will touch me and cut sleep,
But to get me out of this place .
What causes me or rapture
But show what is beyond the look.

Perhaps the blood missing
Be like the name in vain ,
Anyway,
It is the absence of light .
May 2016 · 6.0k
THE YOUTH
The youth



Youth is weird,
Somewhat interesting.
An adult pop rock mix
With child soda pop.

Youth is Coca-Cola,
Marlboro, whiskey and energy,
The eternal monologue of life,
ID number, property tax and Netflix.

Youth is John Lennon,
Che, Fidel and Hendrix,
Contemporary history,
ancient and medieval history.

Youth is pants ripped jeans,
Popsicle, lollipop, painted face,
Chicle, coffee and french fries,
Point G, miniskirt and condoms.

Youth is the Dalai Lama,
Techno, rave and rasta,
Drugs, drops and guitar,
Punk, samba and hopefully that-fall.

Youth is the opposite of the opposite,
It's a Friday at midnight,
Mustard, ketchup and mayonnaise,
X-salad, ham and cheese sandwich and X-men.

Youth is D-Day,
Vietnam, Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
Testosterone, Woodstock and Waterloo,
Afghanistan, TPM and MTV.

Youth is a pressure cooker,
Isis, Syria, sukiyaki,
Anonymous, Al Qaeda, rice and beans,
Genesis, Revelation and mint candy.

Youth is weird,
Somewhat interesting.
An adult pop rock mix
With child soda pop.
What is youth?
Apr 2016 · 2.0k
MY LAND OUR LAND
What is born of this land?
Nothing is born,
Nothing grows
In this desolate land.

I want to wake up the neighborhood
To hear my screams at dawn
But they do not hear anything,
Do not listen to anything that happens in the morning.
I play my music in the streets,
All my poetry and clichés
But they do not understand anything,
No one understands what happens at dawn.
I walk the streets looking windows,
***** children in their rotten rags
And I cry with those who are hungry,
I do not know who cry or love…
I embrace the poor in spirit
And hear all your stories poor,
These poor and pathetic poor souls
It is my right meeting this cold morning.
I go through the streets and alleys damp and dark
And I hear a child crying…
A repetitive and child crying wretched
What is the worst of all choruses?
I see people and their hurried footsteps
Everywhere, everywhere…
I'm afraid to follow my tracks
And I hasten my steps through this city.
I hear the sirens screaming in the streets
Mixing the sound of nightclubs crowded
And the sound of twisted metal
Creating a new contrast, another type of cry.
I sing with you almost every night
And sometimes I wonder: where are you
He left so early and left me here...
Now I’m alone! I’m alone!
God, I try and cannot understand
Reason to justify this life.
I am a pawn in the game you do not see
Every dawn until dawn.
Something touched my whole being,
Something I do not understand and do not try to understand,
Something that comes up every day when I wake up
And after me until nightfall.
Something happens,
Something moved,
Something incomprehensible,
A new friend?
They say that being is almost live
And living is the limit of what you can want.
In fact, something happens that one wants to be here,
However, not all this desire craves.
Nothing is enough
When no longer feels the aroma of flowers,
When the color no longer thrill
And they cannot be sold to look.
Gave me such rare moments
Feeding the future although at present,
But waking I do in all my steps
Get me the taste of things even in thought.
In my noble and poor land I wander
And I feed the memories of liars,
Get drunk me with joy and gladness
And insistent way in the land of lepers.
In my humble vacant land,
Time is proud, ignorant time.
Hunger is rampant around me,
The flesh is weak and soul idem.
I ask as much as the worst of sinners,
Wasting a time that no longer have,
Not differentiate right from wrong,
Share supper with my detractors.
I do not feel the taste of wine,
I do not recognize a smile,
I do not remember the hugs,
I'm finally alone!
I weigh my conscience in the balance of a butcher
And the butcher tape me with ravenous eyes,
There is no any agreement on the price of the meat,
Nor is the first or second.
God, you who are owner of the ages,
Give me the hours its final minute
And cause the whole world to know
That left miserable after all.
Grant then that desire
And finish time with this work,
Free cities this unfortunate
Who insists on knowing what nobody knows.
When there is fever, it makes no difference,
There are times the blood is poison.
Red is the color of anger and sin:
The poet knows when he is sentenced.
If there is even poetry these avenues
As equal in different cities,
To be recognized
For the sake of pursuing life.
Burial in the deepest memory
The giant concrete towers,
The grotesque glass structures
That mimics a new artery.
A new artery,
A new lifestyle,
A new company
And an early cardiac arrest.
As the cars kissing the avenues
Meeting the perfect companion
That tells me in the ear:
"Accept me as the only one"
Finally, fear runs through my veins
And feeding a forgotten feeling,
An absurd desire to see the next day
And try another outlet.
All the streets are congested.
A whole shantytown has just been set on fire
While some locals try to save
What remains of an entirely bankrupt life?
There is a twist
Around this humble heart,
A carnival,
Almost a provocation.
All veins are old and weak,
There is melancholy at all.
Even without poetry,
Without free will, there is life at all.
This city is just brick,
Metal, sweat, concrete and glass,
Cement stuck to feeling
Often beautiful and often ugly.
This city is sand,
Concrete and feeling,
Sorrows and joys,
Poetry thrown to the wind.
Some people learn early, some not -
Live life day in and day out.
Some dance to the song,
Others are lost before the chorus.
Some are always right, some not -
Many are lost in illusion.
While some running, others sleep
And all seek some direction.
Some dream rock bottom,
Others dream of the river bottom.
Some seek independence,
Others are the exception.
Some people win,
There are people who are lost,
Some people becomes the problem
And others think is the solution.
Digress weather
What about the "types" that encounters in this life.
I lose a second in this lost time
And even with so little sense, how rare is the time!
If you have no idea, nor do I know.
Maybe the hunger that consumes me consumes you too.
Perhaps the addiction that affects equal
Is something that arises only between abnormal?
I addiction with its tapas
And in each sip of his cup,
Each exaggerated affection offered
In exchange for a few bucks.
I ***** me with your lies
And assimilate water from your gutters,
I learn new shortcuts in every way
And erase the traces of my own steps.
I chase you in every church and every home
I swallow my irony,
Visit each elderly
And make friends with the hospice house.
Far reaches thy wickedness
And how many hugs another's grief?
Can evil be so inspired?
The point of the very surprised to be expected?
Life bleeds leaving the left chest
The children of the world that the world does not want,
Spread the news that sadness has hair
And more brown eyes than mine.
I notice refinements of cruelty
In this urban masochism
Where poverty has older
And the lie became just a vanity.
I transform
In all more abhor,
I emerge in the mirror
As my own killer.
I suffocate and tie in the dark of my room
Little souls endangered
And throw in the trash the dreams of those who
He believed devoutly one day be part of reality.
I still feel the skin marked by fire
The brand that hurts the brand of truth
And I pray that one day cease searches
And everything becomes futile.
The happiness of fuel
Corrode and fades away slowly
Gradually me satisfaction
With the balance that sustains me.
When I look at my own face, it hurts.
I exhale the body the rest of fear
And I try not to see how strange the line of truth -
Seeking the path that leads to freedom.
Disguise my desires
And repress my absurd,
Hug each nightmare
And hide my darker side.
I try to see something beyond the abyss,
Find something else beyond the walls,
Transcribe all longings
Hidden behind every dream.
I am eternal,
Sinister,
Land and fraternal
While the world lasts.
There is this chest a divided heart
Created almost between two worlds,
The world is inside the abyss
And what one sees behind the walls.
My corner is stumped
As well as the small voice and uncertain
From the little that is hidden on the other side,
My other side of that wall.
What have other corners?
They also have these sides
But what counts in these corners
Also rhyme in other valleys.
Bright lights bother many people.
Darkness feeds inconsequential.
High walls with brass railings gleaming
Are contrasts in painting a colorless screen?
Urban flowers are so amazing
And this depression is so exciting.
Smiles are bitter and needy
And the pain married to vows of love.
These buildings are so interesting,
Where the wet streets at night shine like diamonds,
Where transiting the fair and honest
Munching vanity and rancor.
The cars pass and illuminate so many people,
Whites, blacks and children without color.
Poets are so tucked the irreverent
Assimilating the pain and all that is.
I see lives that trace the same plane,
joy of generations by mistake ,
Marks of time that are pure desperation
Charting together a colorless future.
I see faces full of hope
Burning in public because of their color,
Those who live without even realizing it,
A cold paint drips without why.
Bodies dancing high parapets
Almost always go so early
Challenging theories and concepts
And ignoring all kinds of love.
My steps are so slow
And so intense movements,
The faces are always the same
And I hope again the sunset.
Justice who is in charge of giving clemency
The presumed innocent
Transiting the streets
Spreading hope and love.
I want to have a chance to see the birth of Venus
And the annunciation in the middle of spring,
I want to be like St. Augustine
And read the scriptures by candlelight.
I want to be like Van Gogh and paint sunflowers
Even in December the ink is red.
I want to have new flower garden in the backyard
And the kiss out of my lips is never accidental.
Just want something passionately
Even being so blind and alone?
That goodbye is worthy
And everything to return finally to dust.
The idea comes suddenly
To celebrate as an illiterate,
Prepare a table and invite
Only those who are hungry.
All this turmoil,
All this protest,
All thefts
This legion inside me...
Melancholy has always had its place,
Love, sadness and bitter returns,
Feeling alone and be like shadow in the crowd
And embrace the darkness itself.
Find it romantic suffer
For pain that recognizes pain that always sees
It is more than a disease, it is a love affair
For all that hurts and causes pain.
I let them think I was defeated
With the unexpected attacks
Of those who cry shouts of victory
And they forgot to be buried.
I leave them to play in my back
The guilt of all blame,
Let it burn my entire story,
It does not matter that much.
My lips run on search words
And my eyes run in search of beauty,
Drawing liar’s feelings
That shut all the bells around.
Words come out like blades
In hoarse voice coming out of my mouth
This other me who hates me so much
And all challenges at first.
In the spring mornings leaves dance
Rehearsing his ballets from the rising of the day,
Is this life?
It’s this they call life?
I want to find the lost word
Among the tasks of the day to day
What is so profane?
The prohibited!
I want to meet a new season
Bring me a sense of relief,
Find what they call happiness
And maybe learn what it is.
An epidemic,
Leukemia,
Rimes illustrating
An eternal melodrama.
You cannot have everything!
Not always beautiful are our days
And we keep waking up.
Roses do not speak, but are also alive.
There is hunger for love!
There is hunger and what will?
There is hunger in this home?
If there is hunger, then there.
There is time for everything!
There is time to smile,
No time to cry,
There is time to leave.
I want to run away from home without a warning,
Running between the wheat fields
And let all afflicted
Trying to understand what had happened.
I want to cause confusion,
The same kind that I bring in my heart.
I want water all around
With the storm inside me.
I want to wake up the sleeping
And those who never agreed,
I want to find out who they are
And spread about us.
Lovers of this pain,
Thirsty without knowing
Where else to enjoy,
Where else to call "home".
I shift my gaze
With all the hatred of this world
Of all the ragamuffins and vagabonds
Who recognize me in a second?
I want to break these chains,
Scratching walls,
Promote anarchy
And imprison noon.
I want rain penknives
While tear my clothes,
I cut my wrists
And count all the drops.
A day can be
Something happens
And make to cease this endless grief
And everything changes, anyway.
So lose the naivety
What remains this morning?
I envision the absurdity that all I see
Is still something to be remembered?
Maybe one day
Poetry is done singing
And the light breeze the corner
Everywhere!
I want to get a perfect world,
I want to love what is defective,
I want to explore my own room,
Make another deal.
I want to shake you violently that coffin
And show where all the mice,
Ignite old blankets
Which now they were pretty.
I want to show you I love you
And I hate you,
I can live alone,
But also not live without you.
My madness is productive
At the same time, destructive:
It satisfies the crowd inside.
I refuse to be part of the pack
Strolling in supermarkets,
Feigning patience as immoderate
The suffered.
I like debris,
I collect dust,
Make enemies,
Cultivation dreams.
I constantly change identity
And lose track of reality,
My state is ill
And I'm terminal and disposable.
I participate in this game,
This novel in decline
This disgusting theater of horrors
Where only the blind are honest.
I am thoroughly enslaved
While deprive me of the privilege of choice,
Burying our will
In the deepest pit.
The wall that separates us is low
And we walked jumping from one side to the other,
Often both exist
And others, only I exist.
We are a nun and a *****
Plotting an eternal dispute
Between the two sides of the coin
To decide who runs and who fight.


As simple as saying your name
Spell out the pieces of your body.
I want to understand what God's grace
If your body will never be only yours.
Your body exudes the morning sweat,
Clouds hid the principle of pain,
Pain discovers a new form of pleasure
And the pleasure is expensive to you.
Your blood runs nearly everywhere
And a new world opens up suddenly,
Frighten the fleeting pain
And wait with his only love the sunrise.
I wipe the sweat oozes from you,
You wipe the tears falling from me,
If you can be in the world some endless love
The only certainty is that there was never before such love.


I want to wake you up
To hear my screams at dawn,
Show you what genuine despondency is
And not left me anymore.
I want to recognize me
And take me to your bed,
Not left with nothing
In addition to beating in his chest.
I want to be part of its history
And I want to be a constant presence in my,
The world spit their prejudices
And the fire that also burns in the heat.
I want to break the mirrors
And heal our sickness,
Assaulting what kills us
Every day, forever.
Serene and calm give you what remains
With my last breath,
What's best in me now rests
And rest my mind.
My sweat is true
It is also all the pain.
Blood is final
And it goes to the last vows of love.
The entire storm inside me
Now relax my heart,
Soothes My Soul
And feeds the reason.
I walk by this peaceful land
And growing a new crop of wheat,
I do a incognita a new partner
And the fear is not definitive.
I harvest hope
Where before there was only bitterness.
I am ashamed
And regret.
I accept the entire cross
And fight against the serpent.
I heal my wounds.
And my success is violent.
Time is short
And I want to scream that entire plan,
There is still a flame inside
And only her surrender.
What was misery,
What was despair,
What was hungry,
What was fear…
What was pain,
What was love,
What it had value
And when there was time…
What is born of this land?
Nothing is born,
Nothing grows
In this desolate land.


What is born on this land?
What grows in this land?
Nothing is born on this land,
My private wasteland.
MY LAND OUR LAND is the result of years of work. Written at different times, eventually leading nineteen years in reaching the outcome that now lies in your hands.
Numerous times this poetry was abandoned and then resumed, forgotten at the bottom of a trunk or discarded due to the complexity. Not ready and may never be. The comforting passages are rare. Virtually none, to be more specific. There is no time to be afraid. We mask our feelings and weave remarks about everything.
This is just a work of poetry. Do not be afraid to consume it. Not to care be consumed by it.
My land cannot be invaded. It can be understood, compared, discussed, studied, trivialized, ridiculed or criticized by anyone. But this is my land!
أخي ،
أخي العزيز ،
صباح الخير !
فجر
تظهر في وجهك
وتألق في حياتك !
أيامه
هي غنية
الفرح .
بلدي الحبيب
و الطفل
شقيق ،
نحن على قيد الحياة !
ولا بد لي من ان اقول لكم :
نحن على قيد الحياة !
أنت
ليس
وحدها!
أنتم
في قلبي
و في روحي .
أنتم
في داخلي
و في انعكاس الماء.
أنت جزء مني
و أنا جزء
لك!
نحن
بين
جميع الآخرين .
ونحن لا
نحن
وحده .
في ذلك اليوم
الشاهد
مولدنا !
فجر
أدرك
وجودنا !
الحقول
تسلم
لدينا خطوات !
العالم
قبول
وجودنا !
أخي ،
يا عزيزي
و الأخ الحبيب ،
هناك أوقات
وأنا أحاول أن أقول لكم
شيء واحد :
أنا هنا!
استمع لي :
أنا هنا!
أنت
ليس
وحدها!
أحتاج
ميؤوس
لك.
أحتاج
ميؤوس
أعرفك.
أحتاج
ميؤو­س
أكون معك !
أخي ،
يا عزيزي
و الأخ الحبيب ،
خيمتي
كان مفتوحا
لكم
إذا كنت تريد
إخفاء
هذه الليلة الباردة .
خيمتي
كان مفتوحا
لكم
إذا كنت تريد
خدع
غضب الذئاب.
قلبي
كان على
الخاص بك .
دمي
إنه أحمر
تماما مثل لك .
لا وقت
يمكنك حذف
هذا .
لا حياة
يمكنك حذف
هذا .
أخي ،
الذي سيكون لك
هذا الحشد ؟
احتضان الحقيقة
أو سيكون
وهم؟
أخي ،
يا عزيزي
و الأخ الحبيب ،
إشعارات
ظلام
تقترب ؟
إشعارات
شر
الآن أنه ينمو ؟
سماع الصوت
رعد
حتى الآن !
سماع الصوت
سكسيات
حتى الآن !
استماع
ان رفرفة أجنحة
الجنادب !
استماع
صيحات الغوغاء
غاضب !
الحشد
الذي يطارد لنا
ملح
جوع
دم
بين الأسنان.
يريد الجميع
قطعة
لنا.
يريد الجميع
جنيه واحد
من لحمنا.
يأتون
خلال
الليل.
يأتون
خلال
اليوم.
هم
أبدا
ينام.
هم
أبدا
­تستسلم.
أرى فقط
كراهية
في عينيك.
أرى فقط
تمرد
في عينيك.
ولادتهم
تذمر
والصراع.
فهي الفواكه
غضب
والنفاق.
أنهم يعظمون
الأصنام
الرخام.
أصنام الذهب،
فضة
والبرونزية.
يصرخون
قطعة
من أرضنا.
أنها تتطلب
حتى عرق
من تجاربنا.
أي طعام
في هذه الأرض
للحفاظ،
لجهودكم
جوع
ومن المستشري.
هناك بطانية
في هذه الأرض
أن الحرارة،
لقلبك
ومن برد الشتاء
أكثر تطرفا.
ليس هناك عدالة
في هذه الأرض
مرضية،
لنتوقع
الشر الأكبر
تسود دائما.
لا يوجد سبب
للا شيء من هذا
حدث
وبعد،
جميع
يحدث ذلك!
الذي
وضع إخواننا
ضدنا؟
الذي
وقال انه يضع لنا ضد
إخواننا الخاصة؟
من على هذه الأرض،
حقا،
نحن؟
من على هذه الأرض،
حقا،
هم؟
من يدري
الجانب الذي هي
المرآة؟
كل هذه الكراهية
لم يولد وحده
في الكثبان الرملية.
كل هذا الغضب
أنها لا تنمو وحدها
في الرمال.
حتى الذين يكرهون لنا الكثير
أيها الأحباء
أخي؟
الذي، منذ زمن طويل،
وقد لعبت في
ضد بعضها البعض؟
أخي،
يا عزيزي
والأخ الحبيب،
شخص ما، منذ بعض الوقت،
يسرق
لدينا جميع الماشية.
شخص ما، منذ فترة طويلة
ينجس
لدينا جميع المياه.
شخص ما، منذ بعض الوقت،
الاعتداءات
أحلامنا.
شخص ما، منذ بعض الوقت،
حرق
كل ما تبقى لنا.
ولكن أولئك الذين يكرهوننا
لفترة طويلة،
أخي الحبيب؟
إثم
كل هذا
ليس لك.
إثم
كل هذا
ليس من الألغام.
حتى الذين سوف
في الواقع،
كل اللوم؟
الذين سوف
بعد كل شيء، لدينا
المتهم واحد؟
الذي يأتي
سرقة
لدينا جميع التنفس؟
الذي يأتي
لتدمير
آمالنا؟
الذي
مولود
والخلاف؟
الذي
مولود
الكذب البسيط؟
الذي يزحف
بين السحالي
الصحراء؟
الذين محادثة
مع النجوم
ما لا نهاية؟
الذين مؤامرة
ضد بها
الإخوة الخاصة؟
الذي يسب
في السماوات
وخالق نفسه؟
الذي سيكون
أكبر لدينا
القاتل؟
الذي سيكون
أكبر لدينا
خصم؟
الذي سيكون
أخونا
غير معروف؟
الذين سوف
كسر حاجز الصمت
في هذا النظام عنيفة جدا؟
أخي،
أتوسل إليكم أن نجني
هذه الشوارع القذرة.
أتوسل إليكم لعقد لي
في تلك الليلة
حتى البرد والظلام حتى.
أتوسل إليكم أن يمنحني
صلاة بسيطة
في هذا الصمت اللحظي.
شخص المؤامرة
باستمرار
ضدنا.
شخص ما
نريد أن نرى
لدينا نهاية.
أخي،
أيها الأحباء
شقيق،
عقد لي
عندما تكون الرياح
يكون باردا جدا.
عقد لي
عندما تسمع
بلدي تنفس الصعداء من الألم.
يدي
ارتجف
البرد والخوف.
عظامي
ارتجف
البرد والخوف.
أخي،
حيث سوف تكون
الآن؟
سوف تكون
داخل السيارات
يمر بسرعة؟
سوف تكون
في واجهات المتاجر
من ملابس باهظة الثمن المحلات التجارية؟
سوف تكون
النيون لوحات
في وسط المدينة؟
سوف تكون
في الإعلانات
العلامة التجارية الشهيرة؟
أين أنت
صح التعبير،
أخي الحبيب؟
الصوت
رعد
النهج!
تقريبا
تفجر
قلبي!
عظامي
ارتجف
البرد والخوف.
آمل
عن شيء
لا مدين لي تفسيرا.
آمل
عن شيء
أنا لا أفهم.
آمل
عن شيء
وهو الوحي.
بالتأكيد
Surja
بين الصبار.
بالتأكيد
النمو
بين العشب أحرقت.
بالتأكيد
يكون مجرد
حلم.
بالتأكيد
يكون مجرد
آخر رغبة خفية.
أخي،
في هذا اليوم الخاص،
الذي سوف يكون اليوم؟
في هذا اليوم الخاص،
أين هو
أنت اليوم؟
هل لك،
أخي،
صديقي الوحيد؟
هل لك،
أخي،
أكبر عدو لي؟
هل لك،
أخي بجانبي
في هذه الليلة الباردة؟
هل لك،
شقيق، مع
في حشد غاضب؟
أخي،
يا عزيزي
والأخ الحبيب،
هل انت مستعد
أن
النوم في العراء؟
هل انت مستعد
الذي
مكافحة البرد؟

هل انت مستعد
أن
كنت تواجه الذئاب؟
هل انت مستعد
أن
الذي يحمي لديك؟
الذي سيكون
لكم،
يا عزيزي والمحبوب أخي؟
أخي،
أتوسل
استقبالي.
أخي،
أنا توسل
للاستماع لي.
يا عزيزي
والأخ الحبيب،
يأخذني!
وأنا أعلم أنه،
تفهمني
والمأوى لي.
قبلت
الطريق
أنا!
أتلقى
في خيمته
في تلك الليلة الباردة.
قبلت
بعطف
في تلك الليلة المظلمة ذلك.
أنا قد أرحب
في هذه الأيام
حتى الظلام.
تغطية لي
في هذه الأيام
فظيع جدا.
بلدي الحبيب
والأخ العزيز،
عقد لي.
أحتاج
جدا
كنت تحمل لي.
أحتاج
هواء
الذي تتنفسه.
أحتاج
عنوان
من خطواتك.
أحتاج
استمع
لديك بصوت أجش
نفسه
وهذا هو
لحظة تافه.
نفسه
وهذا هو
لتافه الثاني.
نفسه
لا أقول
لا شيء على الإطلاق.
نفسه
قل لي
كل شيء على الاطلاق.
أحتاج
للاستماع
أفتح قلبي
لا يجب أن يكون
فقط
للمرة الثانية
أخي،
يا عزيزي
والأخ الحبيب،
أشعر
جميع البرد
قبل.
أرى
كل الخوف
ما لم يوضح.
أحتاج
على حد سواء
لك!
أحتاج
أنت
يكون هنا
ودافئة لي
إذا كان هذا البرد
تستمر.
أحتاج
أنت
تغطية لي
حالة
كل شر
أنا الوصول إليها.
أحتاج
على حد سواء
لك!
أحتاج
لتوجيه لي
في هذه الليلة الكثيفة.
أحتاج
يخفي لي
الذئاب الجائعة.
تشتيت
جميع
مخاوفي،
لغسل
جميع
ذنوبي،
لتجف
حتى
دموعي،
تلك المعركة
من أجل مصلحتي
بكل ما أوتي من قوة.
أحتاج
كل واحد منكما،
أخي العزيز.
أنا أحب كل من
تلعب السلطة
وجهه مرة أخرى.
أحب
شعور
الجلد مرة أخرى.
أنا بحاجة إلى كل
استمع
صوت مرة أخرى.
أحتاج
إحساس
وجودها مرة أخرى.
أحتاج
لاحتضان لي.
وأن محبته ورضاه هو الصادق.
أحتاج
قل لي
ليس لديهم مزيد من الخوف.
أحتاج
قل لي
وسيكون ذلك كل الحق!
صوت الرعد
انها يصم الآذان
وإذا أقرب من أي وقت مضى.
الذئاب الجائعة
لا تتوقف
ليس قبل الغسق.
أرى مدنا بأكملها
مشتعل
مشتعلة.
أرى الظلام
أكثر سوادا
يتبلور بسرعة.
أرى الغذاء إلى الجحيم
راض
قطيع من الأغنام.
أرى القطيع احتضان الليل
والانضمام
في حزمة.
أرى الذئاب
والأغنام
الاختلاط.
أراها احتضان
الشر الكامل
في صفقة الليل.
أمام عيني،
أخيرا،
أرى نهاية تتكشف.
أسمع صوت الرعد،
أخيرا،
في الامتلاء.
يوجد
بيع بعض
في عيني.
أرى الملايين
إصدار أنفاسه الأخيرة
أمام عيني.
أخي،
يا عزيزي وحبيبي
شقيق،
كيف يمكنني أن أقول
كيف
أنا أحبك؟
كيف يمكنني أن أقول
كيف
سيتم فاتك؟
كيف يمكنني أن أقول
كيف
أنا أحب لك في الحياة؟
كيف أبدو
في عينيك
مع العلم أن لا ترى أنت؟
الذين وضعوا
هذا الدم
في يدي؟
الذين وضعوا
هذا السلاح
في يدي؟
يا عزيزي
وأحب
شقيق،
حيث
سوف يكون
لك؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في حقول القطن؟
سوف يكون
أنت
مناجم الفحم؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في الجداول شريط؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في التهويدات؟
سوف يكون
أنت
الأبراج المحصنة الحجر؟
سوف يكون
أنت
دليل الصفحات الصفراء؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في جبال الصحراء؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في الغابات ملموسة؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في رسائل الحب؟
سوف يكون
أنت
في قصص الرعب؟
سوف يكون
أنت
بين المضطهدين
أو هو
بين
المضطهدين؟
هل انت مستعد
بين
بطن فارغة
أو هو
بين
الذي لديه كل شيء؟
هل انت مستعد
بين
الأكثر شعبية
أو هو
بين
يمكن التخلص منها؟
هل انت مستعد
بين
المستوطنين
أو هو
بين
المستعمر؟
أخي،
يا عزيزي
والأخ الحبيب،
هل انت مستعد
بين
انتخب؟
هل انت مستعد
بين
والتعساء؟
أخي،
عزيز
والأخ الحبيب،
تبنى
لي
مشاكل،
تبنى
لي
معارك،
تبنى
لي
الدموع،
تبنى
لي
الس­قطات،
تبنى
لي
ندوب،
تبنى
لي
الآمال،
تبنى
ما هو لي
أكثر تكلفة.
أخي،
عزيز
والأخ الحبيب،
أدعو الله أن الرب
في استقبال
بأذرع مفتوحة.
قد الرب
المقبولة
في النظام.
ملك الملوك
في استقبال
في ملكوته.
أستطيع أن أضعها لكم،
أخيرا،
لا خوف.
أستطيع أن أحبك،
أخيرا،
لا خوف.
أتمنى أن نعمل
علينا أن نعترف
ببساطة
كيف ...



... براذرز.
LETTER TO A DISTANT BROTHER is being translated into several languages ​​in an attempt to spread the message to all the people that we are all brothers and sisters. From the bottom of my heart, please understand the message of pacifism being spread over here.
Apr 2016 · 6.0k
TIRED OUT!
I'm tired!
I'm tired of everything,
I'm tired of all this world,
I'm tired of everything!

I’m tired of every example,
I'm tired of all the effort,
I'm tired of paying the price,
I'm tired of dying of desire!

I'm tired of being late,
I'm tired of being diagnosed,
I'm tired of being cured,
I'm tired of being censored!

I'm tired of having to explain to me,
I'm tired of having to listen,
I’m tired of all words,
I got tired even of poetry!

I'm tired of still life,
I'm tired of alternative medicine,
I'm tired of rich details,
I'm tired!

I'm tired of daydreaming,
I'm tired of sleeping on the train,
I'm tired of feeling pain,
I'm tired of suffering for love!

I'm tired of everything in this world!
Tired tired!
Tired of living tired,
Tired to exhaustion!

Tired out,
Married…
I married my old coat
With my fatigue.
Apr 2016 · 778
The end of the road
Everything is heading to the big end
and what is left for you and me
It is only the ashes of a distant past

remains of a forest that we idealize
in our most heartfelt dreams
and more honest desires.

That our purpose
be sincere and honest
as were our dreams.

This is the end,
The end that embrace us
is the end of the road.

I hope
you remember
the green dreams...
Apr 2016 · 549
Written!
In both write ,
trying to describe ,
writing trying to describe the attempt...
is written !
Apr 2016 · 7.1k
LETTER TO A DISTANT BROTHER
from Adroaldo

My brother,
my dear brother,
good Morning!
The dawn
show in your face
and shine in your life!
His days
are rich
of joy.
My love
and baby
Brother,
We are alive!
I have to tell you:
we are alive!
You
are not
alone!
You're
in my heart
and in my soul.
You're
Inside of me
and in the reflection of water.
You are a part of me
and I'm part
from you!
We are one
among
all others.
We do not
we are
alone.
That day
witness
our birth!
The dawn
realizes
our existence!
The fields
receive
our steps!
The world
to accept
our presence!
My brother,
my dear
and beloved brother,
there are times
I try to tell you
One thing:
I am here!
Listen to me:
I am here!
You
are not
alone!
I need
hopelessly
from you.
I need
hopelessly
know you.
I need
hopelessly
being with you!
My brother,
my dear
and beloved brother,
My tent
It's open
To you
If you want
hide yourself
this cold night.
My tent
it’s open
to you
if you want
trick
the fury of the wolves.
My heart
it’s on
to your heart.
My blood
is red
just like yours.
Nor time
cannot
erase it.
Neither life
can erase
that.
My brother,
who will be you
in this crowd?
Embrace the truth
or will be
Illusion?
My brother,
my dear
and beloved brother,
realizes
the darkness
to come?
Realizes
the evil
now it is growing?
Hear the sound
thunder
far!
Hear the sound
saxophones
far!
Listening
the beating of wings
Grasshoppers!
Listen
to the shouts of the
angry mob!
The crowd
chasing
the insistent
hunger
for blood
between his teeth.
Everybody wants
a piece
of us.
Everyone wants
a pound
of our flesh.
They come
during
at night.
They come
during
the day.
They
never
sleep.
They
never
give up.
I see only
hate
in your eyes.
I see only
rebellion
in your eyes.
They are born
the murmurings
and strife.
They are the result
of anger
and hypocrisy.
They venerate
marble
idols.
Idols of gold,
silver
and bronze.
They cry out
a piece
of our land.
They require
even the sweat
of our foreheads.
No food
in this land
to sustain
for your
hunger
it is rampant.
There blanket
in this land
that heat
for your heart
it is the winter cold
more extreme.
There is no justice
in this land
satisfying
for expect
the greater evil
always prevail.
There is no reason
for none of this
happen
and yet
all
it happens!
Who
put our brothers
against us?
Who
he puts us against
our own brothers?
Who on this earth,
really,
It's us?
Who on this earth,
Really,
are they?
Who knows
which side is the
mirror?
All this hatred
not born alone
in the dunes.
All this anger
it does not grow alone
in the sand.
So who hate us so much
dearly beloved
brother?
Who, long ago
has played in
against each other?
My brother,
my dear
and beloved brother,
someone, some time ago,
steals
all our cattle.
Someone, long ago
defiles
all our water.
Someone, some time ago
assaults
our dreams.
Someone, some time ago
Burn
all that's left us.
However, those who hate us
such a long time
beloved brother?
The guilt
all this
It is not yours.
The guilt
all this
It is not mine.
So who will
In fact,
all the blame?
Who will be,
after all, our
single accuser?
Who is coming
to steal
all our breath?
Who is coming
to destroy
our hopes?
Who
was born
a feud?
Who
was born
a simple lie?
Who crawls
among the lizards
desert?
Who conversation
with the stars
Infinity?
Who plot
against their
own brothers?
Who blasphemes
in the heavens
and the creator himself?
Who will be
our biggest
Killer?
Who will be
our biggest
opponent?
Who will be
our brother
unknown?
Who will go
breaking the silence
in this order so violent?
My brother,
I beg you to save me
these ***** streets.
I beg you to hold me
tonight
so cold and so dark.
I beg you to grant me
a simple prayer
in this momentary silence.
Someone plot
constantly
against us.
Someone
Want to see
our end.
My brother,
dearly beloved
brother,
Hug me
when the wind
It is too cold.
Hug me
when you hear
my sigh of pain.
My hands
tremble
cold and fear.
My bones
tremble
cold and fear.
My brother,
where will you be
Now?
You will be
inside cars
passing fast.
You will be
in shop windows
of expensive clothes shops.
You will be
the billboards neon
in downtown.
You will be
in advertisements
famous brand.
Where you
will,
my beloved brother?
The sound
thunder
gets closer!
Almost
explode
my heart!
My bones
tremble
cold and fear.
I hope
for something
not owes me explanation.
I hope
for something
I do not understand.
I hope
for something
it is a revelation.
May
arise
among cacti.
Surely,
grow
among the burned grass.
Maybe
it’s only
a dream.
Perhaps
more
a desire hidden.
My brother,
in this special day,
who will you be today.
In this special day,
where is
you today?
It will be you,
my brother,
my only friend.
It will be you,
my brother,
my greatest enemy?
Will you
brother, beside me
in this cold night?
Will you
Brother, with
in the angry mob?
My brother,
my dear
and beloved brother,
It will be you
That
Sleeping out in the open?
It will be you
that one that
Fight against the cold?
It will be you
that
you face the wolves.
It will be you
that
that protects your?
Who will be
You
my dear and beloved brother?
My brother,
I implore
receiving me.
My brother,
I beg
to listen to me.
My dear
and beloved brother,
accept me!
Notice me,
understand me
and shelter me.
Accept me
the way
that I am!
I receive
in his tent
on that cold night.
Accept me
Open arms
that night so dark.
I may welcome
in these days
so dark.
Protect me
these days
so terrible.
My love
and dear brother,
Hug me.
I need
much
you hold me.
I need
the air
you breathe.
I need
address
of your steps.
I need
hear
your hoarsely
same
whatever
for a moment fiddling.
Same
whatever
for a second measly.
It
does not say
absolutely anything.
It
tells me
absolutely everything.
I need
to listen
I open my heart
Even if
only
for a second.
My brother,
My dear
and beloved brother,
I feel
all the cold
ahead.
I see
all fear
what is not explained.
I need
so much
from you!
I need
that you
be around here
and warm me
If this cold
Persist.
I need
that you
protect me
case
all evil
I reach.
I need
so much
from you!
I need
to guide me
in this dense night.
I need
that hides me
the hungry wolves.
dissipating
all
my fears,
to wash
all
my sins,
to dry
even
my tears,
that fight
By me
with all his strength.
I need
both of you,
my dear brother.
I like both
powers play
his face again.
I would love
feeling
the skin again.
I need to both
hear
your voice again.
I need
to feel
your presence again.
I need
you to hold me;
and that this embrace is sincere.
I need you
to tell me
not to be afraid anymore.
I need you
to tell me
that will be all right!
The sound of thunder
It's deafening
and if ever closer.
The hunger of wolves
ceases neither
with the dawn.
I see whole cities
ablaze
on fire.
I see the darkness
blacker
take shape quickly.
I see food to perdition
satisfied
a flock of sheep.
I see the flock embrace the night
and join
in the pack.
I see wolves
and sheep
fraternizing.
I see them embrace
the full evil
in a night deal.
Before my eyes
finally
I see the end unfolding.
I hear the sound of thunder
finally
in its fullness.
There is no more
sell some
in my eyes.
I see millions
issuing his last breath
before my eyes.
My brother,
my dear and beloved
Brother,
how can I say
how much
I love you?
How can I say
how much
you’ll be missed?
How can I say
how much
I loved you in life?
How do I look
in your eyes
knowing that never see you?
Who put
this blood
in my hands?
Who put
this weapon
in my hands?
My dear
and loved
brother,
at where
will be
you?
Will be
you
in the cotton fields?
Will be
you
coal mines?
Will be
you
in the bar tables?
Will be
you
in lullabies?
Will be
you
the stone dungeons?
Will be
you
the yellow pages?
Will be
you
in the desert mountains?
Will be
you
in concrete forests?
Will be
you
in love letters?
Will be
you
in horror stories?
Will be
you
among the persecuted
or is
In between
Persecutors?
Will you
In between
The empty belly
or are
In between
who has everything?
Will you
In between
the most popular
or is
In between
Disposable?
Will you
In between
settlers
or is
In between
Colonized?
My brother,
my dear
And beloved brother,
will you
In between
Elected?
Will you
In between
The unfortunates?
Embrace
my
problems,
embrace
my
fights,
embrace
my
­­tears,
embrace
my
hiccups,
embrace
my
scars,
I pray that the Lord
in receive
open arms.
May the Lord
the accepted
at the end.
The King of kings
in receives
in his Kingdom.
I can hold you
finally
without fear.
I can love you
finally
without fear.
May we
we
to recognize
simply
as...

Brothers!

— The End —