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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Show Me How To Give A Brazillian Wax
Exile
Presentation
Cristina
Poetry
I saw my country suffering
I endured the pain around.
Marcia glory
under the shadow of the tyrant
counts money.
breathed among the people
I ate bitter tears.
rampant hatred,
between the arms merchant
sells brother.
I screamed in the square
I heard the heavy tank.
Bleed the body,
at the political table
eat meat.
I believed in peace
I received blows to the face.
succumb mothers,
between the stones leaders
say prayers.
I want to live
I have decided to escape.
mourns the country,
the waves the ship
sings back.
to Laila
Exile By Adam Musella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Photo: Freedom! by PotironLight is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
of Adam Musella
angry words cry for the suffering of those who lived in the state is forced to a sudden distance ... Words
rebel against the powers that be indifferent to the plight of people suffering a condition of forced exile is not chosen ...
Glimmer of hope or illusion in the reality of a longed-for return to life.
rebel against the powers that be indifferent to the plight of people suffering a condition of forced exile is not chosen ...
Glimmer of hope or illusion in the reality of a longed-for return to life.
Cristina
I saw my country suffering
I endured the pain around.
Marcia glory
under the shadow of the tyrant
counts money.
breathed among the people
I ate bitter tears.
rampant hatred,
between the arms merchant
sells brother.
I screamed in the square
I heard the heavy tank.
Bleed the body,
at the political table
eat meat.
I believed in peace
I received blows to the face.
succumb mothers,
between the stones leaders
say prayers.
I want to live
I have decided to escape.
mourns the country,
the waves the ship
sings back.
to Laila
Exile By Adam Musella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Photo: Freedom! by PotironLight is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Show Me How To Give A Brazillian Wax
Exile
Presentation
Cristina
Poetry
I saw my country suffering
I endured the pain around.
Marcia glory
under the shadow of the tyrant
counts money.
breathed among the people
I ate bitter tears.
rampant hatred,
between the arms merchant
sells brother.
I screamed in the square
I heard the heavy tank.
Bleed the body,
at the political table
eat meat.
I believed in peace
I received blows to the face.
succumb mothers,
between the stones leaders
say prayers.
I want to live
I have decided to escape.
mourns the country,
the waves the ship
sings back.
to Laila
Exile By Adam Musella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Photo: Freedom! by PotironLight is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
of Adam Musella
angry words cry for the suffering of those who lived in the state is forced to a sudden distance ... Words
rebel against the powers that be indifferent to the plight of people suffering a condition of forced exile is not chosen ...
Glimmer of hope or illusion in the reality of a longed-for return to life.
rebel against the powers that be indifferent to the plight of people suffering a condition of forced exile is not chosen ...
Glimmer of hope or illusion in the reality of a longed-for return to life.
Cristina
I saw my country suffering
I endured the pain around.
Marcia glory
under the shadow of the tyrant
counts money.
breathed among the people
I ate bitter tears.
rampant hatred,
between the arms merchant
sells brother.
I screamed in the square
I heard the heavy tank.
Bleed the body,
at the political table
eat meat.
I believed in peace
I received blows to the face.
succumb mothers,
between the stones leaders
say prayers.
I want to live
I have decided to escape.
mourns the country,
the waves the ship
sings back.
to Laila
Exile By Adam Musella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Photo: Freedom! by PotironLight is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
Monday, November 1, 2010
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