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Feb 2014
It started with a strident and clamorous shout
that squandered like fish in murky waters.

In this desert of truths,
many live with personal oases
that with time, like life dictates,
disappear before their owner.

The ample slopes of virtue and wisdom
have turned into mere streams,
striving for survival through a few.

When will we turn this desert
into a fruitful valley, abundant
with rivers and lakes?

It is said that
You reap what you sow
alas, we sow only sand.

Grains of sand
Carlos Molina
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Carlos Molina  Tegucigalpa
(Tegucigalpa)   
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   Arantxa Bonilla
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