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Masses flooding running, gushing in sclerotic streets from Heliopolis to downtown Cairo and from the great pyramid to the stone lions of Pre-colonial royalty over the river Nile lost in the way for country heart me, my soul, and couple of my friends whom I lead to end arteries of the city hemorrhagic were shot by snipers of  Victorian national police    and some years later, I want to write a poem let´s say cosmic or universal about that trio human dream, death and deception "Emilio, Lorenzo, Enrique Fueron los tres en mis manos" a cancer larynx revolution, of bad alcohol and tobacco? two holy hands of fate, and one of eternal ************    and a bored Lenin setting behind a screen? (the algorithm will do the masses when the masses are ready to run ) but time as God is a lazy surgeon forgot a scalpel in my throat and I am being cured of every thing even the nasty hollow of my tired voice.
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Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:02 PM UTC
Me, my soul, and couple of my friends
She learnt to be defensive She knows she's mean I learnt to be aggressive I know I am deceived We utter goodbyes with fearful smiles And decide to break up minutes after We know each other like cats when we are together but then she leaves me with bitter colours on her lipstick   And a wandering third eye of a princess in exile.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
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Masses flooding running, gushing in sclerotic streets from Heliopolis to downtown Cairo and from the great pyramid to the stone lions of Pre-colonial royalty over the river Nile lost in the way for country heart me, my soul, and couple of my friends whom I lead to end arteries of the city hemorrhagic were shot by snipers of  Victorian national police    and some years later, I want to write a poem let´s say cosmic or universal about that trio human dream, death and deception "Emilio, Lorenzo, Enrique Fueron los tres en mis manos" a cancer larynx revolution, of bad alcohol and tobacco? two holy hands of fate, and one of eternal ************    and a bored Lenin setting behind a screen? (the algorithm will do the masses when the masses are ready to run ) but time as God is a lazy surgeon forgot a scalpel in my throat and I am being cured of every thing even the nasty hollow of my tired voice.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
Me, my soul, and couple of my friends
We gather here in the square, for what we believe. There are shots and bangs but we still remain. We stand together, all are united. If death shall come, I will still stand firm. Until our voices are heard, we shout – we shout! A place of pride and dignity. Dealing with the same tools as the one before We left before it was finished. “This is a warning! Leave! Go home!” We will stand as the pyramids strong and forever. They try to sweep us away like sand, but firm we will stand. The battle is in the images. The battle is in the stories. The battle is in the scars upon your back. They want to take back the square Our backs toward the sun When we finally bow down, we all bow together in prayer but just as suddenly, we turn on one another. Anger and arrogance – hijacking our revolution. They crush us with their wheels but they cannot crush our souls The stand becomes a war The good become traitors, and traitors become heroes.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Square