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Mauricio R B Campos

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« on: June 25, 2019, 06:18:37 pm »
The light could not overtake the barrier of the glass reaching the freedom from the external world.

Life masked by a glass freedom could not reach the light from the black barrier.

The fury and hate without limits of the evil perpetrators were heavier than the bombs buzzing.

The rain rushed without limits in the ashes of a world that only breathes in the memory.

The light masked by the fury of the bombs of the evil perpetrators breathed in the hate ashes.

The external world couldn’t reach the heaviest light on the ashes of the fury masked in the memory.

The barrier of the glass freedom heavier than ashes of the evil breathed a world in the memory.

The bombs rain light freedom destroys life in the world. In the memory the ashes breathe.

The lack of liberty. The weight of hate. The bombs rain ashes. The life that doesn’t breathe.

The light. The masked life. The bombs. The rain. The ashes. The world. The barrier. The liberty.

The darkness. The death stamped. The debris. The blood. The mud. The dirty. The wickedness.

Iluntasuna. Heriotza. Suntsitzea. Odola. Lokatzetan. Osasunerako kaltegarria da. Maltzurkeriaz da.

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Mauricio R B Campos

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« Reply #1 on: June 25, 2019, 06:24:20 pm »
This poem is about the bombing of Guernica, a Basque Country town in northern Spain, by Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy at the request of the Spanish Nationalists. Won the medal of honor in Writers Association of Bragança Paulista.