Joahnnesburg

I see the slope

Slowly turning down
I see the hope
Suddenly coming up
I see the course
Of silver and gold
Placidly going south
To the sea
To the ground
Not chained
Not the sounds
Not this time



Did I take so much?
Sir, do you consider me nuts?
I asked for food
Not compassion
I asked for understanding
Love, tenderness, maybe
A little of action




Cuentos y Poesías por Cristhian Bourlot se encuentra bajo una Licencia Creative Commons Atribución 3.0 Unported.
Basada en una obra en cristhianbourlot.blogspot.com.ar.