miércoles, 22 de febrero de 2012


The angry mob moves slowly
They bring anouncements of a future to be different,
they believe that is being late
for this Country to change.
They run into the streets
and I´m among them, watching the scene.
Then one proclaims the system to be wrong,
his voice loud among the huge crowd.
They don´t know each other
but all are welcomed as sisters and brothers.
And starting to lose my way,
some words start to be said.
It is a claim, an agony, a fear
shouted in words to the air.
And I feel I´m one of them
and start crying out loud
with that angry mob that is Spain.