AND AFTER NOEL. .. . . . . . By: Miguel A. Roedán H. After the heavens opened and water jet at landfall turned to clay to be molded treads human cold call him poor; smell of wet earth in those circumstances no one would inhale, eyes looking into the waters brown home, where almost lived, the cry of someone who lost something big as their parents or children who do not appear, along with the certainty that will not ever; human again looking to the sky for a bird iron come and satiate your hunger for a while wet and cold even cover your starving is offered by people whose hands seem cameras for taking photos when they, for their promotions concerned; and when the rain passes ...... waiting, hoping to get back a roof but still it due to a politician and in the same place where his house was located apparently to take her away again the river, which Lazarus rose and sought his bed caught by huge machines that stole his body to shape millionaire structure distant elsewhere; And so. . . . already located, embrace the hope that the next time there is another sob of nature, products that have left their coats extracting forest naked, to warn him to leave their ranches and their "stuff", all this, by the singing of a bird with its wings hurt, searched without finding the nest to be floating in the vastness of the wild seas .. . . . . .
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 10:26:47 +0000
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