GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

There are those who cannot pronounce a word,

Fearing that it might be bitter, that the taste will worsen,

There are those who enrich themselves by saying no with precision,

Especially the boss, in his firm decision.

And I, who break life into segments, one by one,

Cannot taste the juice that flows in common,

From my hands, it drips drop by drop on the ground,

Each drop, a part of me, that empties my heart.

I see the golden liquid that should nourish,

But I cannot reach the taste, only the loss to lament,

The life that drains away, without me being able to hold it,

And in the emptiness that remains, only the bitterness of not living.

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