꧁𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒂🖤꧂

LOVED AND CAVE 

The world advances and tangles its threads,

with fatty ropes, loose threads and fine fabrics…

to make him break into falls and traps 

to avoid it in anguish like the favorite nest.

The world advances and in it, the beloved,

It has callus bodies in vivid prints…

in his walk he smells the smell of work

and the worn fiber exudes from the mind.

That beloved erects his spirit in a cave,

where the emptiness of the conquered abyss does not drag him.

the inductance of his force put into motion and tested

in emerging force for a new bonanza.

That blind cave where he feeds his rites,

It is there where he buries his manhood to redeem his child…

breaks the chains of his contrite world,

and turns his walk in footprints free of prejudices.

That loved one in his secret cave….

It does not shed the tenor of its strength.

In your being, in your own humble zone 

palisades the erosion of its cracks.

꧁𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒂🖤꧂

Colombia 🇨🇴