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Insulated Sublimatable Lunch Tote with Handle , size 9 1/2" x 7 1/2" x 3"
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For the times when I denied you And you did not condemn me,
For the times I made you And that you forgave, For the times when I forget you
And you did not abandon me, For the times when I got lost And that you found me,
" I thank you." For the times I tripped And that you saved me For the tears I shed And
you wiped me, For the times I got mad And you calmed me down, For the blind
times that you left And that you gave me light, I thank you for Give me dreams,
For giving me commitment to fight, I thank you, be free man As other men will soon be,
I thank you for these hands That my brothers will help I thank you, be free man As
other men will soon be, I humbly thank you For being alive to exist, Because you
walk always with me And in this instant you are here, I thank you for giving me dreams,
For giving me commitment to fight, I humbly thank you For being alive for existing.
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio