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Small Fleece Baby Burp Blanket, size 16" x 12"
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To the king of flowers
I met him in the afternoon
Some time ago
It called my attention
Your rainbow tone
On the skin
And his paper crown.
The king of flowers
It has its people
In a very remote forest
Two inches behind the sun
Each tenant in a flower
And on each floor is love.
The king of flowers
It has lizards that sing
Jump in jump
It has battalions
Of tiny bees
Spiders, slugs and pretty birds.
The king of flowers
Work and work
Your people also work
Collapse forests
The tall grass
Sail in the puddles
Of water of the field.
The king of flowers
It has its factories
Inside the earth
Every worker empty a flower
That in spring it will grow
But a fly will rain it.
On the flowery fields
From the king of flowers
I see my son
And calling him there is a voice
It was split into two halves
For a bomb that fell
Silvio RodrÃguez
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