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𝔼𝕟 𝕦𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠́𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖,
𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕚́𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕒 𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕤,
𝕝𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒 𝕪 𝕖𝕝 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒
𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕦́𝕟 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕒.

𝕊𝕦𝕖𝕟̃𝕠𝕤 𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤,
𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖,
𝕝𝕠𝕤 𝕠𝕛𝕠𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕛𝕒𝕟
𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕒 𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕟.

𝕃𝕒́𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕠 𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕧𝕚𝕒,
𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟 𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕒𝕣,
𝕪 𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕝, 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟̃𝕒𝕤,
𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕒.

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𝕃𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕛𝕒𝕟, 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟,
𝕥𝕖𝕛𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕠 𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕒 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠,
𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟
𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕚́𝕒 𝕖𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕖.

𝔼𝕟 𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕒,
𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕛𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠,
𝕪 𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕖𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕒,
𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕠́𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠.

𝕃𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕫𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕠 𝕖𝕝 𝕧𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕠
𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟 𝕡𝕒́𝕛𝕒𝕣𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖 𝕤𝕦 𝕛𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕒,
𝕪 𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕠, 𝕝𝕒 𝕗𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕫𝕒
𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕒 𝕤𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠, 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠́𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖,
𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒 𝕤𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕝 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖.
𝕃𝕒 𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕒 𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕤
𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕫𝕒 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕟.




Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquí. Si es de tu agrado participar, aún estás a tiempo, este es el enlace:

ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚́𝕒


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Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.



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The English version differs from the original Spanish version, because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.


ᙎᕼꙆᔑᕈᙓᖇᔑ Oᖴ ᖴᖇᙓᙓᙃOᙏ



In a nameless corner of the world,
where the day begins in whispers,
the shadows lengthen and the wind sings
stories of a dawn yet to come.

Dreams in the dusty streets,
murmur the waves in the distant sea,
tired eyes reflect
the stars that never fade.

Tears fall like rain,
drops from a sky that longs to change,
and the sun, hidden behind mountains,
promises to return, rosy.

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Hands that work, resist,
weaving future in every thread,
with hushed voices, they wait
the day when singing will be free.

On nights with a full moon
hopes are drawn in the firmament,
and though the present hurts,
the heart beats with longing.

Freedom rises like the flight
of a bird breaking its cage,
and in every sigh, the strength
of a people that never breaks.

But time, eternal accomplice,
slips its mantle over the valley.
Inertia becomes chains
that give strength to those who govern.




Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓


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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.



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