domingo, 29 de marzo de 2015

Platforms

In the simplicity lie the words, writing achievement for all Beings WHO Lost Their Lives on the edge of a tract of a train as Sarmiento, connecting us every day.
With great Respect and affection for Their Families To Whom I dedicate my lyrics, from the humble place of counting suspirares That cross me more than ever.





I called the writer of Sarmiento train for my first book I wrote on Their platforms, I just sat on them, and awaiting the train writing, to do every day, the faces Were Repeated, and I Wondered Who Wrote, Which answered, write poetry .
Many give them away to Those Who asked.
So the notion of writing to them Emerged Also, railway wagons and platforms.






Rustic and gray
are there,
harboring Beings,
linking cities,
That hope
emerges in each
of the faces, there
travel.
In every sunrise
manage to wait for him,
the train, Which Completely
flows-through pathways achievements
leaving in each,
a piece of history
shared.
Some by destination
managed to take them to another
i walk.
At infinite sky
Loading angels,
Who Died without
destination.
It is part of a whole
Sarmiento train
Because,, Although there
sorrows, for lives
stolen, too
There is joy in each
day dream,
as you lift
your wagons
human crowds,
Their dreams transiting,
traveling with each
splendor of the day
await your prompt
arrival.
Aggressive action in your womb
different stories,
The songs of dawn,
Those Who sell,
each morning
Also travel
Entire families,
workers, children,
anchored to work
They need you,
railcars,
without you,
we would not have,
fast enough
to reach our
destinations, streaked with cold,
time, waiting
tired faces,
laburo both,
connecting the CABA
Greater Buenos Aires
With rich dreams
and Commitments
to reach our places,
with permission of the time,
you manage to shorten,
your speed,
your sound installed,
Knowing That if you run,
for us is,
Also reach you.



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