BUSTS OF GLORIES

I

DESFILED THE NATIONS,

WITH THE BLUE DOGS OF THE WARS,

MAKING REVERENCES,

TO YOUR FIRMLY BUSTS,

STANDING OVER TWO DEAD STONES,

WAKING UP…YOUR REFLEXIONS,

FOUR NAILS OF GREEN TAPIRS,

AT TEN METERS OF DISTANCE,

MARTI…ON A WHITELY STONE,

SIMON… ON A DARKLY ONE,

GAZING THE WALKS OFTHE TEMPTATIONS,

OF BAYONETS STAINED,

BY THE BLOOD OF THEIR SONS,

BY THE WHITE OF THEIR SOULS,

GAZING REMAIS OF THE HUNGERS,

OF THEIR NATIONS… AND ITS SORROWS,

THE OLDEST MARKED HER STEPS,

DRESSED OF WRINKED PLUMES,

WHITH HER LEFT UNHANGED,

BLOWWING THE MISERIES OF HER GROUND,

THREE GUARDIANS LIFTED AS A PALM TREE,

OBSERVING YOUR SORROWFUL GLANCE,

UNDER A MAGDALENA´S NIGHT,

SADLY SCHOOL WITH NO CHILDREN,

WITH NO JUMPS AND NO SMILES,

THE LITTLE GIRL ARRIVED,

SPOTTED…< BY A GRAY RARELY SOIL,,

AFTER SLIDE ON A FUNLY RIDE.

OF ROSARIES TIRED OF PRAYS,

BY HUNDRED OF FRESHLYBEADS.

YOU SHALL RAISE FROM THE DEATHLY STONES,

FROM THE WHITEONE…FROM THE BLACK,

LIBERATING NEW NATIONS…THEIR COMNDENES.