We have attacked the earth.
We have mutilated her,
burned her lungs,
suffocated her oceans,
executed her children.
The landscape roars for help
with clouds of pollution,
acid rain,
slaughterhouses.
But when the man sleeps
new sprouts break through the ashes,
the air clears,
the screaming stops.
Nature takes revenge with force
to remind us that
there is only one mother.
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Tangled
PoetryEnglish poetry. Aquí encontrarás alguno de mis poemas traducidos al inglés. Pronto saldrán a la luz en versión bilingüe e ilustrada junto a poemas de mi libro en físico "Mía" y otros tantos ineditos 🤗. Ayuda a la traducción: Sara Walsh 🖤🤍 Porta...
