THE CONQUEST OF FREEDOM
Since childhood, I learned that the freedom,
Although it is late the supreme good,
We know with her light,
Directing life, rudder and paddle ...
But your conquest is so bloody,
For over a thousand dead, the flower,
What an amazing paradox, cares for me
With its strong liberating.
The death is a necessary fertilizer,
Even the Indispensable rottenness,
In the paths of the warrior and privateer
The freedom implants each grain
Generating the most spectacular gifts,
Born of a rose in megatons.
Marcos Loures
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