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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
Is anybody there, hearing me on the other side of my wall?
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
Is anybody there, hearing me on the other side of my wall?
Julie Sopetrán
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UNA PARED EN MI MANERA
Pensé que estaba libre, pero no es cierto
Una pared está en mi camino a la libertad. Ladrillos, piedras ...
Patrones ... Tal vez también lo son los árboles y los ríos
presas: paredes de obstáculos
impedimentos, fortalezas
Como paisaje invernal llena mi vista con la nieve
El viento silenciosa forma una pared delante de mis ojos!
Y luego nada, canción muerta
Canta Hora de la muerte ... Una pared está, no hay noticias
Ninguna escritura del graffiti ...
Mi corazón esta roto. Tengo los pies sin zapatos
Y mis manos están sin piel
No hay comida ,de manera que no puedo soñar
La pared no tiene puertas para escapar
¿Puedo cruzar?... es la cuestión
Estoy solo y libre, pero todavía la pared se encuentra en mi camino
y
¿Hay alguien ahí, en el otro lado de mi pared ?
