Dagsverser In tillflyktsort
Antonio Guerrero av om 18 dagar i isoleringscell 2010. Eva Björklund
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Sondag 31 januari 2010
Later Att inte mig eller be manen
trädet, av torrt vintervinden,
forbids me to light the fire and
play with the ashes until sleep comes,
does not mean it is lost,
the pure love of my eyes
and I with my two hands forge
for other eyes and other hands.
Love that giving up is not love.
The true love always belong
all the time, all the time, all the earth,
stand up fearlessly against storms,
is sustained up to death
and are, by nature, eternal.
Domingo, 31 de enero de 2010
Que no me Dejene mirar la luna
you el Árbol seco the slow winter
prohibit me light the fire, playing dream
ash,
does not mean that love is lost
pure
my eyes and my hands and forge forged
for other eyes to other hands .
expiring Love is not love.
True love belongs to all the time, the whole earth, without fear
facing storms,
resistant to the edge of death
and, like nature, is eternal.
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