Yesterday and today
Yesterday and today
Yesterday and today
under the moon and the stars
there was talk of memories
of the ancestors around
of a campfire with smell
of sea foam.
Magic moments
where heaven marries the sea
On the ocher horizon.
Burning wood
Allow the adventures of ancestors.
In the present:
under a concrete roof
despair arises
in the few people
With the leather stuck to the bones.
Every day is a day of survival.
A town is kidnapped in their homes,
The crime is the owner of the streets.
We feel alone, alone from dawn to dusk
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Original por @corderosiete
02/17/2020
02/17/2020
Every day is a day of survival:
each night, a sombre departure.
Saludos @corderosiete!
Espero que te encuentre bien.
Friend, it's wonderful to hear from you. How have you been. Here I am in sleep mode.
The poem is cut in half, not only by the title and the photo that separates the two parts, there are two events with a common result: there is no point of comparison between what is lived and what is being lived. The lyrical speaker concentrates his vision on the separation of the times as a leitmotif that generates depression: Today is depressing.
Well done, brother!
Asi es hermanita
Still going strong brother. Greetings!
My regards, brother. I am glad to hear from you.