25 agosto de 2008
This aching in my shoulders
and this fluttering in my breast
tell me
I am not of this landscape
sólamente.
I have many landscapes
many mountains
yet to discover.
Fly.
Not creep, crawl, or inch along.
I am winged.
Not tied nor caged
but free to soar
and large to embrace
and wide to bridge
and laughing to ignite
your joy.
1 comment:
Una vez lei un cuento se llama "La nina sin alas"...siempre recuerdo eso cuento cuando pienso de la vuela o la tierra que necesitamos explorar. La nina era maltratado y la injusticia es tan importante. Si tenemos alas...porque no vamos?
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