I am the son of the sea
and their furies
I rise like a wave peaceful
and i advance on the road
of good men
handle a bus
with tie
with pick and shovel
with pen and dreams
At noon
I am passenger with hungry
no tie
with tools aside
with dreams rowdy
I am the sea
but raging sea
My cross is
daily fatigue
helpless mothers
a father without a kingdom
a brother with hernia
and these feet that do not learn to take care of themselves
Outburst
I am the foam
I burst into a thousand scents
and before the night tide
back to Calm
as an strange sea turtle shell .
Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo
Ilustración: Pintura al óleo de Wendy Weeks- USA
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