CC
Cuerdo Camino
Cabeza Caida
Caminante Claro
Coscorrón Calcáreo
Creo Canibal
Como Comida
Calzo Cuarenta
Creo Culminar
Comodo Calido
Creyente Coco
Curiara Carcomida
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
Barricadas rotas....
It was all once bright jewels
And glittering sand
The oceans have ravaged
And strangled the land
Waste fills the temples,
Dead daughters are born
The presses are empty
The editors torn
Whose husband was the first to fall?
Who died the worst death of them all?
How many splinters in each separate band?
How many stations in the final hand?
Now gather up sea shells,
And write down brave words
Your prayers are unanswered,
Your idols absurd
The seaweed and the cobweb,
Have rotted your sword
Your barricades broken,
Your enemies lord.
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