comes from the land the stone so the stone is a pure weapon. The land chosen
fist throwing the stone so
fist throwing the stone is a pure fist. Land searches
in stone and has stone fist
future open house and light bread and free fist.
The land is right, she is a horse
enraged when they come to bite the skyline.
Land and horses go hand in hand with stone
and fists and the heart in hand
stone walls rise up with wings to defend the dawn.
The earth knows she can remember, remember the kitchens
who raised the flag of the day from the windows.
know, remember the feasts of the executioner that sweeping
banished flags kitchens were like music.
know, reminds his children, one by one, name by name,
and women and men who flourished under bright olive
dusk.
The land has memory, and each part of the stone
offer it as a revelation, he is born
wings trace a light on the side to take the
enough to shout for her This is Ours.
we were born, here we dying says every stone. He says every stone
:
, even of indolence, the second fatal blows whistle
and murder are dying at the hands
most terrible fire die,
under brutal occupation of indifference
say the stones.
But we all know that the stones do not die.
are like a few words. Do not die. Boost your flight
walls that light to life.
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