Rodeado por el círculo de fuego.
El escorpión acorralado.
No puede respirar, por que siente su final.
Axfisiado por el fuego que le robará.
Lo más preciado.
Te sientes ese escorpión.
Que tu cultura se ve enfrentada, porque…
Desde que naciste, mamaste de la misma teta y su leche.
Cultura e intereses, sucias espadas que se cruzan, para ver
quien accede…
¿Escapar?
¿A dónde?
¿Desconectar?
Sí.
Pero el camino está enbarrado y te cuesta caminar.
No quiere el escorpión, su veneno utilizar, contra sí mismo.
Dificil elección.
¿Qué decidirá?
Dificil decisión, si espera se quemará pero igual quemado
sobrevivirá.
Por no, su veneno utilizar.
La decisión es ,como escapar.
Decide bién, decide mal.
Surrounded by the circle of fire.
The scorpion bay.
You can not breathe, you feel close.
Suffocation by fire rob him.
The most precious thing.
You feel the scorpion.
That your culture is faced with, because ...
Since you were born, nursed in the same breast and milk.
Culture and interests, crossing swords dirty, to see who agrees ...
Escape ¿?
Where?
Disconnect ¿?
Yes.
But the road is enbarrado and it's hard to walk.
He does not want the scorpion venom used against himself.
Difficult choice.
What will decide?
Difficult decision, but if you wait just burn burn survive.
For no, its poison to use.
The decision is, how to escape.
Decides also, decide wrong.
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The scorpion bay.
You can not breathe, you feel close.
Suffocation by fire rob him.
The most precious thing.
You feel the scorpion.
That your culture is faced with, because ...
Since you were born, nursed in the same breast and milk.
Culture and interests, crossing swords dirty, to see who agrees ...
Escape ¿?
Where?
Disconnect ¿?
Yes.
But the road is enbarrado and it's hard to walk.
He does not want the scorpion venom used against himself.
Difficult choice.
What will decide?
Difficult decision, but if you wait just burn burn survive.
For no, its poison to use.
The decision is, how to escape.
Decides also, decide wrong.
Text poetry without Manu Cueva or more.
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El arbitrio que aqueja y destroza nervios… sin lugar a duda
Buenos versos
Fructíferos saludos
Bonita nueva imagen
Gracias Brenda.
Viniendo de ti, alaga.
Saludos.
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