[Esp./Eng.] Herida abierta. || Open wound.
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Herida abierta
Quiero escribir unas letras
quizás se las lleve el viento…
Pues a nadie importa La Tierra,
ni los sentimientos que siento.
Es como agua entre los dedos
como amonÃaco en recipiente abierto
como un grito que se ahoga,
como el aire envenenado.
Escucho hablar de progreso,
pero también de maltrato animal.
Veo morir a los peces
en aguas que un dÃa fue su hogar.
A quién le importa La Tierra
si no quieren sacrificar
a su efÃmera comodidad
en un mundo herido de muerte.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de PoesÃa auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquÃ.
Club de PoesÃa
Portada de la iniciativa
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dÃa a dÃa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
Open wound
I want to write some letters
maybe the wind will take them away...
Because nobody cares about The Earth,
or the feelings I feel.
It's like water between my fingers
like ammonia in an open container
like a cry that drowns,
like poisoned air.
I hear talk of progress,
but also of animal abuse.
I see fish dying
in waters that were once their home.
Who cares about The Earth
if they don't want to sacrifice
to their ephemeral comfort
in a mortally wounded world.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here.
Poetry Club
Cover of the initiative
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
dÃa a dÃa,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
Open wound
I want to write some letters
maybe the wind will take them away...
Because nobody cares about The Earth,
or the feelings I feel.
It's like water between my fingers
like ammonia in an open container
like a cry that drowns,
like poisoned air.
I hear talk of progress,
but also of animal abuse.
I see fish dying
in waters that were once their home.
Who cares about The Earth
if they don't want to sacrifice
to their ephemeral comfort
in a mortally wounded world.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here.
Poetry Club
Cover of the initiative
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.