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ON HEAVEN'S DOORS

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Mama take this badge
from me.
I can't use it anymore...

         Bob Dylan

Bob me encontró
en un sacrificio de pistolas
mientras
Mamá horneaba
el pan con las cenizas.
No supo del humo.
Cuando cayeron
al polvo
las palabras estaban muertas…
Puso lágrimas
para limpiarme la medalla
y la fotografía.
Mamá guardó el pan
para otra cena...
Y yo era la nube
alzándose
en su última caida.

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Hola, amigos de #literatos!!!

Siempre es bueno regresar a esta casa con un exorcismo bajo el brazo. Después de todo, de eso se trata la poesía.

Hoy les comparto este poema que canta a quienes nunca quisieron jugar a la guerra y aunque se inspira en un hecho terrible, ocurrido hace unos meses en la zona oriental de Cuba, es una causa común en cualquier sitio donde se respire, inciertamente, bajo el humo y las bombas.

También parte de la música que siempre me acompaña como fuerza motivadora natural, tan mía.

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Acá les dejo el link de este tema del gran Bob Dylan, a propósito de la recomendación del amigo @josemalavem

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Espero hayan disfrutado del mismo y que puedan compartirme sus impresiones.

Hasta la vista !!!

Tengan un excelente fin de semana.

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ON HEAVEN'S DOORS

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Mama, take this badge
from me.
I can't use it anymore...

     Bob Dylan

Bob found me
at a pistol sacrifice
while
Mama baked
the bread with the ashes.
She didn't know the smoke.
When they fell
to dust
the words were dead...
She poured tears
to clean my medal
and the photograph.
Mama saved the bread
for another supper...
And I was the cloud
rising
on its final fall.

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Hello, #literatos' friends!!!

It's always good to return to this house with an exorcism under your arm. After all, that's what poetry is all about.

Today I share this poem with you, a song for those who never wanted to play at war. Although it's inspired by a terrible event that occurred a few months ago in eastern Cuba, it's a common cause anywhere where one breathes, uncertainly, under the smoke and bombs.

It's also part of the music that always accompanies me as a natural motivating force, so much my own.

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Here's the link to this song by the great Bob Dylan, based on a recommendation from my friend @josemalavem

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I hope you enjoyed it and that you can share your impressions with me.

See you later!!!

Have a great weekend.

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