Real horizons

Real horizons

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 3 Nov 2022


I don't want the power that obstructs
The memory, I don't want to know anything
of real horizons, I don't want
know nothing of chains and hands
tied up, I don't want to know anything
of robotic humans, I don't want
know nothing of silent voices,
of ties in the feet that prevent
freedom, I do not want to know anything
of hunger and misery... only
to provide help.
I don't want to know anything about nuclear weapons
nor of wars for the world, I do not want
know nothing about forest felling
or man-made fires.
...I want to know how to plant a tree.
I do not want to know anything about viruses born
in test tubes, I don't want to know anything
of riverbeds without water or land
no crops.
I don't want to know anything about deaths
premature, I absolutely do not want to know
none of the mistreatment of women.
Because I will do the impossible
For this crime to be punished
I do not want to know anything about the birds
that die and bury the song of the forests.
I want to know the opposite of before
affirmed.
I want the power of memory for you
love is like the air we breathe
human beings and transcends borders.
I want the horizons to remain
horizons, to dream and fight to achieve
those dreams.
I want freedom and that poetry is the language
universal for those who have no voice.
I want there to be food for everyone,
let misery be a dark night
and past.
I want a green planet, with clean air
where the birds nest their song
and live the diversity of species.
I want a healthy world, without experiments
of mass extermination.
I want a clean sea and rivers that return
to be the life arteries of the earth.
I want a universe, without cosmic garbage,
without destructive weapons.
I want a spring that blooms eternal
in the eyes of mankind, and autumns
where the color of the feathers replenish
the fallen leaves, the rains in their time
No gender of boy or girl.
That love converges in every corner
that the kisses float and can delight us
like sweets, that light hugs
are transmuted into a radiant luminous sun
for photosynthesis to spread
his wings of life.

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A veces leo.

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