viernes, 13 de marzo de 2015

REMEMBERING OUR PEOPLE


AND IN THAT SUNDAY MORNING,

WATCHING YOU LEAVE ALONE,

GETTING READY OUR TEARS,

WE WOULD SEE YOU NO MORE.

WHILE THE THUNDERS SOUNDED NEAR,

TRYING TO WISH YOU LUCK,

WE ALL COULD SHARE OUR FEAR,

PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO COME BACK.

AND THE YEARS JUST PASSED,

AN HOUR, A MINUTE, OR MORE,

YEARS THAT WERE WASTED,
 
LIKE WAVES, CRASHING ON THE SHORE.

ELSA ALVAREZ