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Una Sola Estrella Libre



Siempre amaré mi tierra|

La cual no tiene césped|

Cubriendo el desnudo que siente cuando le clavan con un martillo|

Secuestran el inconcente|

Y liberan al delicuente que asesinó mi constitución con sus gestos verbal|

Sin dar un cuento para dibujar la tragedia|

Dando fin a nuestra realidad|

Sino pinta un gesto de dolor|

Con el que secuestró nuestras vidas y comunidad|

Dando leyes qué ponen mi vida en la tabla debajo de los en la ciudad|

Un día viviré ese sueño|

Sin reglas en la forma de constestar|

En una siesta preguntando "¿con que crueldad mis hijos lucharan?"|

Sin un camino en el pueblo de mi nacimiento|

El cual vio mi cuerpo desaparecer y volver con mi madre|

Mi patria|

A sus senos|

En sus besos yo respiraré|

Y escribo en sus cielos cuando sopló mi humo|

En las gradas de un castillo destruido por la tormenta qué mis lágrimas lloraron y mis gritos rayaron|



-escribí, este poema despues de ver a calle 13 cantar una cancion muy linda, me lleno de orgullo. Residente es un artista de verdad, calle 13 pone todo su corazon en sus canciones y uno lo siente. La cancion se llama 'Latinoamerica'.....vayan a youtube y escuchen a este poeta maravilloso. link de rendimiento

-no soy boricua, pero liberen a puerto rico!


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  1. Este poema es realmente hermoso. Bien escrito con mucha pasión. Siempre me encantas cuando escribes un poema en nuestro lenguaje, especialmente un poema sobre el pueblo, la patria, la injusticía, y la liberación.

    I have heard that song and Calle 13 got it right. They are awesome and it's really cool to see a popular group become seriously political through their songs. It is the kind of artists we need to see from our countries nowadays, who even though they get press from the US and are signed/labeled by US music companies, still aren't afraid of releasing a song that's very straight-up about the society we live in.

    Gracias por compartir tu corazón a través de este poema.

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  2. :) muchas gracias!
    Y mí corazón, es una pagina escondida en una tela de araña, siempre creciendo.

    I love calle 13 because they speak the truth. They get a bad rep for it. But that's only because people don't like hearing, what they have been deaf to for years.

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