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Momma, Another Soldier Died Today
I
Listen baby girl,
welcome to the world.
You came here to die.
Welcome to the world,
you came here to fight.
Welcome to the world,
you came here to make your own path.
I support you with all my heart.
Let me know how it goes,
Did you have any luck?
Did you make it back?
II
Momma, I have bad news.
The world is not
alright.
I had some growing
up to do
but momma,
another American
soldier died tonight.
I can't mention her
name,
but who’s the one
to blame?
Momma, momma…
another soldier
died today.
Momma, she was my
best friend.
Please tell her
broken mother that I knew her well.
Momma, tell her
mother we used to talk about her.
III
III
My daughter’s body
looked stiff,
her future remains
like this war, merely history.
Sir, when I heard
the blast all I did was cry and pray,
but when you ask her how she's doing, she says:
“I can't mention her
name,
but who’s the one to blame?
Momma, another soldier died today.”
but who’s the one to blame?
Momma, another soldier died today.”
My daughter came
back,
but she is not the same.
but she is not the same.
IV
I’m sorry Momma,
for making you cry.
I’m sorry Momma,
for putting you
through this pain.
Everything happened so fast...
Everything happened so fast...
I’m sorry for
making you hear the blast
that took away your
daughter’s grace.
I’m sorry Momma,
another soldier
died today.
V
I'm telling you, Sir.
She came back from war alive,
She came back from war alive,
but she is not the
same.
I’m sorry,
my daughter came
back,
but she forgot her
own name.
VI
Momma, the world
doesn’t understand that
I have been through
so much pain.
Momma that is the war's fate;
Momma that is the war's fate;
I have experienced the
world’s hate.
Please Momma, don't let them forget my name.
Don't let them throw my sacrifice to the dirt.
Please Momma, don't let them forget my name.
Don't let them throw my sacrifice to the dirt.
Please Momma, tell
them…
Your daughter is
not okay.
Momma tell them,
another American
soldier died today.
*For all those heroes, NEVER FORGOTTEN & for all the amazing people that made it back but are struggling to fit in this world.*
Besos de Azafrán
Besos de azafrán y miel quebrantando mis sentidos;
dormitaban en el ayer.
dormitaban en el ayer.
Mas esta noche, entre
la usurpación y el desliz:
¡Bésame con locura!
¡Bésame porque sí!
Arranca mi piel con el ardor de tus pecados.
¡Bésame con locura!
¡Bésame porque sí!
Arranca mi piel con el ardor de tus pecados.
Condéname a tu
bravura. Decapítame la luna
con la manía de tu
vaivén.
Besos de azafrán y miel perpetrando mis sentidos;
dormitando en el ayer.
Besos de azafrán y miel perpetrando mis sentidos;
dormitando en el ayer.
Tag :
Poesía,
Extraño Suceso de Alquimia
En la sabiduría infinita que condena esta
intensa emoción,
he buscado remedio en el arroyo inmundo
de una vida galante.
No lo encuentro; del Sur soplan vientos sostenidos
en traición.
¡Lujuria! Idealización inmoral ante el ímpetu
de un miembro vagante.
Deseo conjeturar que sólo será una nueva
estación,
un día otoñal el peregrino furor, morirá.
Es la sed bendita de entregarme a ti por
convicción,
puesto que en la hoguera de tu lecho, este
ardor subyugará.
Tengo apetitos de cada esencia en ti,
probar lo más profundo de tu ser.
Es la sensualidad en tu juego de
palabras… esas que dejaste en mí.
hazme la dama privilegiada. ¡Ven! Descubre mi vergel.
Selecciona mis instintos, consume cada
centímetro en mi piel.
Piérdete en cada recoveco de mi realidad;
recorre con tus labios mi profundidad con
sabor a miel.
Condena mi desliz; manipúlame
como vil pecado capital.
En tu honestidad me confunde el silencio.
Asesta mi angustia con tal órgano imperioso,
en la burla indignante del efímero desasosiego
desgarra mi ser en el impío coito clandestino,
pero glorioso.
En mi vientre se concibe el vacío de un
amor frustrado.
En tu existencia me encuentro sumergida; no
encuentro la salida.
¿Cómo amamos sin estar enamorados?
¿Cómo desvanecer este extraño suceso de
alquimia? Tag :
Poesía,
