The day feigns a parenthesis.
that opens with fun,
the music of the whole world sounds
in a foreign border
to support our arid land of youth.

The sun in the sky doubts;
Yes, it gives light or attenuates the rays.
A great multitude of souls
came from afar in support
to a people imprisoned by a tyrant.

Many escaped on tiptoe
in a sepulchral silence
accompanied by the melodies of the crickets
and the emptiness of the echoes.

In the stealth of the horizon
the voice of the uniformed
throwing bombs and bullets mercilessly
They kill a heroic people.
My eyes hurt from the spilled blood.

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