POEM RED AND BLOOD

POEM RED AND BLOOD


THE RED AND BLOOD IS THE COLOR OF MY WINGS,

THE RED AND BLOOD IS THE COLOR OF MY FREEDOM,

THE RED TEMPORARY THAT ENCADENA TO THE WORLD

WITH YEARS OF MISERIES AND HUMAN DESIGNS

VANALITIES THAT TODAY DROWN FREEDOMS ...



BLOOD RED ARE THE FEARS, THOSE

WHICH HAVE SOULS THAT OPPOSED WILL,

TAKING FUNESTAL QUALITIES ...

MY FREEDOM, MY BLOOD RED LIBERTY!

ACRATAS ARE TODAY MY FUGITIVE THOUGHTS,
LIKE THESE LETTERS THAT YOU LONG LIKE TO KILL TODAY,
I declare myself anarchist and in war with the society!

NOT FOR FANATISM, NOT FOR INCREDULITY,

BUT FOR NEED, FOR SOCIEGO, AND VALENTIA ...



I DECLARE MY RED BLOOD FREEDOM WITH THESE LETTERS

REPUGNATING THE PRE-HUMAN PREJUDICE AND AMBITION

WITH VANALITIES AND MISERIES THAT REMOVE HOPES

AND WHY NOT? CHANGE THE RED FEAR FOR A RED TO FREEDOM ...