A while repeating "life is for us to make life" of hearsay ... Walking Dorrego in San Telmo I found an old coffee table books. There was this issue, we lost a writer also "lost" or "rarely visited" ... I bring it here to share with you my friends, the joy of things that appear in life, suddenly, those that we thought were around forever and brighten our days ... Julia
A Ramón Sender
insults I climb the many- tides
as children climb the affection of a man.
I have the desire to earn a full cry.
cry: Life is ours! and open horizons.
old bronze doors of iron riveted,
fall when the voices are grouped into a fist. Men
rickety, back to life:
dancen bullets and are not of this world.
A bald men of ideas, bloody swamp,
to old words that litter higher
I give them a warning to me are the arms
of those uprooted from their eyes the tears.
The humility that old mask-not make his
our meat is also a voice node branches out
and its dark climates, like a tree root, nurtured
pure sap bowls of her womb.
And nice! which is against us,
the poor, those rivers of blood, silent and slow,
that lead to the well depths of the earth,
ascending to the upper limit of the heavens.
Life is for us the life we \u200b\u200b
drops of sweat, momentum, strength and
ever or never have a bed
to dig the depth of a womb in spring .
vex us, exploit us, we are reduced to zero, if you shake
an outcry castrate us. We
wet slime of a meager salary and we
fitting into law as workhorses.
I have the desire to earn a full cry.
cry: Life is ours! and open horizons.
old bronze doors of iron riveted,
fall when the voices are grouped into a fist. Men
rickety, back to life:
dancen bullets and are not of this world.
A bald men of ideas, bloody swamp,
to old words that litter higher
I give them a warning to me are the arms
of those uprooted from their eyes the tears.
The humility that old mask-not make his
our meat is also a voice node branches out
and its dark climates, like a tree root, nurtured
pure sap bowls of her womb.
And nice! which is against us,
the poor, those rivers of blood, silent and slow,
that lead to the well depths of the earth,
ascending to the upper limit of the heavens.
Life is for us the life we \u200b\u200b
drops of sweat, momentum, strength and
ever or never have a bed
to dig the depth of a womb in spring .
vex us, exploit us, we are reduced to zero, if you shake
an outcry castrate us. We
wet slime of a meager salary and we
fitting into law as workhorses.
tell of La Piedad, goodness, and Art,
priests, artists, teachers, poets,
the name of the people who set themselves up as scouts,
these children whore with lunch and dinner! Ah
Lord Jesus Christ: we do not want your sentences
yeast-free breads, wonderful, human,
which are nothing more than phrases but which inhibit us and uncover
, cunning, our pores of tears .
We do not want your sentences. I, who come from below and
I walked among workers hungry and dirty hands,
know what the world, this world of shit,
I tell you right: your words are whores.
To hell with all the beautiful parables.
Fuck all scruples deaf.
presented arms proletarians of the world
shot and clean, firm, vaciémosles eyes.
Life is for us who make life
drops of sweat, momentum, force,
and never or never have a bed
to dig the depth of a belly in spring.
JOSE Portogalo
priests, artists, teachers, poets,
the name of the people who set themselves up as scouts,
these children whore with lunch and dinner! Ah
Lord Jesus Christ: we do not want your sentences
yeast-free breads, wonderful, human,
which are nothing more than phrases but which inhibit us and uncover
, cunning, our pores of tears .
We do not want your sentences. I, who come from below and
I walked among workers hungry and dirty hands,
know what the world, this world of shit,
I tell you right: your words are whores.
To hell with all the beautiful parables.
Fuck all scruples deaf.
presented arms proletarians of the world
shot and clean, firm, vaciémosles eyes.
Life is for us who make life
drops of sweat, momentum, force,
and never or never have a bed
to dig the depth of a belly in spring.
JOSE Portogalo
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