Libres a ratos en la cárcel,
en la prisión de la vida,
entre muros y leyes.
Y la vida nos pasa,
los días se van,
entre los días.
Respirando,
el aire de vida.
Ese aire que nos libera,
el aire de la libertad de vivir
Da igual, pensamientos libres,
esos secretos que nos llevamos,
lejos del miedo, nos hacemos libres.
Sin miedos, sin temor a vivir, seremos libres,
dejaremos que nuestra vida vuele por sus caminos,
caminos que elegimos cada día, del sendero de la vida.
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LITTLE NETS
I unfold my nets,
I take out my wefts,
I cross lines.
Weaving wefts,
weaving threads,
they are letters.
Letters,
letters of life,
giving birth,
to those full lines,
full of my soul.
Poems that are born.
Transforming soul,
spilling those words,
words that united revive,
nets of words, they are poems.
Hunting glimpses of the soul,
hunting shooting stars,
hunting poetry,
Distilling,
drunken poems,
poems full of life,
distilling that intoxicated soul,
from the alcohol distilled by the blood of life.
Distilling,
essence of the soul,
soul that screams and sings,
that\'s what the hunted poems are,
trapped in the net and freed,
freed to trap other souls,
souls to whom to whisper my words.
Souls that fall into my little nets,
in my nets of words,
words to be,
to be read,
and to come to life.
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