The harsh depression abuse with
swords the experience of hope:
the eyes do not see,
and ears hear not,
the legs not walk,
the feel can't touch.
The prayers from beyond
(since time with out beginning)
build with power:
a fluorescent shield.
From where the sadness
was sucking light
To where the heart have
been protected.
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Este poema lo escribi en el blog de mi amiga HNK
aqui:
http://iraqigirl.blogspot.com/
Ya tiene tiempo que leo su blog y estoy muy conmovida por su maravillosa sabiduria y resistencia, mismo si las bombas en el techo de su casa no terminan de caer, su corazon no se deja corromper.
Te quiero HNK.
You and your family are in my prayers.
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