country I sing to you asleep,
surrendered to vile contempt,
ruined
your blessed soul struggling to win the sky. Dejected
to excesses of such claw
damn
your sap your withered heart,
your pulse in your battered heart. Trying
deserve the happiness that you referred to,
will the new dawn,
large golden ears,
you struggle not to die,
whom you admire
than your indifference, ignorance and
betrayal of the children of a mother
that embraces with passion,
and when you need them most in this sad
hours
let it slowly die .
But the day will come
so many lies and slander
from the face of your beautiful face,
like the grain of wheat deleted,
you will again be
you were yesterday,
alive, slender and strong,
and beyond death
your sun to dawn again. Jorge
collaborator Spring .-
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