The land is tired,
broken and cut by the wind.
is born, has died
and returns to life your breath.
It is all furrowed
and nursed in the wilderness.
is thirsty, hungry
flowers and water in the winter.
His birds are frozen,
hold alone, sleeping
in a blue dream, gray,
black embroidered trim.
The land is bare
of so many births
are not, they spend
and die at any time.
is abandoned at night
surrounded by shadows and fears
in sad and strange night
and sunrises of despair.
The earth is pregnant
many blind guides
that left alone and abandoned
with all its suffering.
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Pedro Garcia
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