lunes, 21 de noviembre de 2011

There is a peace helpless, which in their pain shouts to us...

There is a peace helpless, which in their pain shouts to us ...

There is a desi in the air
of infinite harmony,
as a serene song
that is not sung, but
is recited with heart ...
Almost penetrates into the pores
like if it were
a prayer of love,
so quiet and small,
which in the universe,
with his gentle strength
from a single stroke marked him,
and so without further adieu
with their Notes beautiful
to peace, he drew ...
How they could we not turn
all the angels,
elves and fairies,
to waiting in heavens
peace, which will arrive with
glory and hope,
that will bring on your flight
the dawn, with golden wings ...
There is a thirsty world
of embrace her of thousand ways,
everybody clamor desperate
everybody expect for her,
so that birds do not shut up,
nor they cease of illuminate the stars,
so that children continue playing
everywhere ...
There is a desire in the air,
of infinite harmony,
the souls are clamoring for that peace,
which of necessary and urgent,
despairs for to go out and to build
a world of love, while
drowning in their pain
and with impotence, shouts to us...
Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin Roitman
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