The love for manufactured things

by Xavier Molina

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Copyright: © 2008 Xavier Molina Standard Copyright License
Language: English
Country: Spain
Edition: Primera Edición .::. First Edition

Printed: 71 pages, 4.25" x 6.88", perfect binding, black and white interior ink

Download: 1 documents, 187 KB

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Poems for an age of crisis. English-Spanish bilingual edition. 16,000 downloads so far. Poemas para una época de crisis. Edición bilingüe español-inglés. 16.000 descargas hasta la fecha.


Everything is nothing

I managed to mourn your tears.
I have bleeding your wounds.
Wishing for me all your diseases,
dismounted my life to build yours.
Never rained on you
nor will the sun damage.
And so it stayed in vacuum anything,
suspended in the accessory,
monitoring, protecting, scaring,
fueling another terrifying being
around which I gravitate,
clung to an orbit without which
would cease to exist.
So I am no longer than your desires,
the yearn to achieve
and the contempt for the achieved.


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6 Oct 2008
Thanks for all the messages I received about my book "The love for manufactured things" like the one I posted by Alan Hayden that I've just received by email.

Xavier Molina
Great book
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6 Oct 2008
I can outstand at least ten great poems in this book. Thanks to make it available for free !

Alan
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4 Sep 2008
This is the first time I read a book of poems that speaks about problems of everyday people. Some poems are awesome. Take this,

'I live in a city where playgrounds
are built under the summer sun
while Banks enjoy the shade.
Where cars are double-lane
and a narrow sidewalk for pedestrians.
Where you are a number who pays taxes
and a zero when your voice rises.
Where cameras monitor the Innocent
while criminals manage them.
Where you feel yourself a piece of food
Twisted digested by the stomach
of The Streets.
Where people hide their eyes and just
the sellers of useless things keep it steady.
Where the shouts of the street come into your home and the voices of the neighbors whispers in your ear.

I live in a city with so many corrupt politicians
that we prefer to believe them honest cause not enough cells could host them.
Where they should dedicate a street to bribery,
and an avenue to nepotism.
Where criminals live two streets below the victims,
that cross the gaze at the supermarket,
that collect the hot coins of change which had been paid by the killer of your son.
And there are laws and justice for those who can afford and every move
requires the endorsement of a lawyer who drown our hopes,
a judge who always find the lift guilt of the innocent and jumps above the offender's guilt.

I live two streets over yours,
in every city, everywhere. "

No idea who is this guy, but rocks. However there are some translations to english are not well at all. But what he explains worth.

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