THE FREEDOM
Happy is who walks into the wind,
Without prejudices imbeciles,
Liberated, always be thinking,
Even though this results in the scar.
The freedom is a bleeding well remaining,
The death is fertilizer for the root,
The peace that will come following serving of encouragement,
Becoming a much clearer sky so gray.
In the times of silence and torture,
Those marks of whips, suffering
Democracy it is the full gem-
As much as life may be bitter and hard,
The hands cut themselves in this fight,
The flowers confronting the brute force...
Marcos Loures
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