Demand

They all boldly project

A responsibility they have

As if we don’t feel it either

They also possess it well.

The price that will be found

And will lead them

Remember it my friends

It will be their own west.

After they chose

Our children’s east

Let them erase it

From the sight of our eyes.

They left them helplessly

As if they were only

Their own people

And there they will look frozen.

A body that they wounded

A soul that they burned

And everything was destroyed

They made an altar of money.

 Without shame or hesitation

They blamed these

A supposed human error

And so they brought it down.

A responsibility that should have been theirs

Who should take it

After everyone learned

A mistake with the bow.

Their discordant sounds

All together they set up

An absurd theater

Innocent though they died.

But with the rhythms of the lyre

A tear of pain is shed

They shout from end to end.

2 .

They wanted me.

To sit faithfully and patiently listening

But my ears grew tired of the influences

Of irrelevant and heartless types to dictate

As if everything revolved around them.

My usual reward was patience

But my worst, as I realized

On my own authority, a simple

Simple and never ambiguous no, pure, clean.

They never wanted to see inside me

To see my sides and textures

As everything inside me, they tore

The garments of my soul and burned my entrails.

 Besides, who would be 

Right and always true

To see and cast even a glance

On my own dreams, I want to, but no.

I was to blame for all this 

My magnanimity was in a superlative degree

And it was not fitting for them, unsuitable for immoral and ungrateful people.

But I would always have a good reason, which they proclaimed within themselves as a given.

But the worst and most unjust thing was

Not for me simply and naturally

But for those who wanted to crawl

To accept and accept foreign inhospitable layers.

 Now I knew, I suffered, I learned and above all

For my own good, I would never be a giver

Where it was not worth it and more, where it caused them

Fear, terror, insecurity and imperative, removal.

No matter if they wanted me according to their own standards and measures

I chose my own bar 

Without regretting it at all 

And to finally face that view.

Which does not come from riches and palaces

Parents’ parchments and not only

Despite life’s narrow streets and its steep sides.

I deal with all types of poetry. My writing has been awarded and has participated in various anthologies. I have published four poetry collections and a short story and am a radio producer.