Lady López, Mexico
ladylz954@yahoo.es
CITIES
(Chronicle of a crime)
"For you, Oaxaca;
for your grief and sad because you agree."
I
cities there are like angels, fallen in ruin,
leave with walls and birds of sand, stone
with landscapes that silenced the flight
bleeding eyes and ash-colored shade.
cities of votes in the dispute and wistful cries
people with dark skin who are looking for in the walls of silence.
Yes, there are cities with palaces as offerings to the oblivion
and when the horizon in the asphalt dissolves
their children crying from hunger on the barricades.
cities by fire and war
stalked by the vigilant night as an eye-extinguishing.
II
Oaxaca black clay pigeons and bright,
the Sphinx rises above your votes
killed in the tragic night of intrigue.
wall of air, the storms hoist, sleeps
your town besieged by fire during
God on his bed groaning
looks up with pin sight.
eyes of a mythical creature, forgetting dedicated
hurts you because you are the city of fog
and all is silence in your smile.
woman from Tehuantepec, light and serene clarity
you do you carry a banner from flaming, curly
Skin.
III
fire birds fly over your stone quarries,
mustard yellow to accuse the people who
your body and forget the contrary.
You know the troubles suffered by your country,
know the misery, the midnight
songs and the sweet hope of saving the animal.
The women dress the sky with their fabrics and embroider
stars while others die.
I sing of your mourning,
your gods who sleep in Mitla
and your forests that clothe my wines.
Posted: 29 and 30 October and on 2 November 2006.
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