Left Side Of Neck Down

The Unbearable desire to be free

This is not a poem can be understood as the commonly but the cry of pain a boy that is nourished with hope while living in the midst of barbarism. His is a love of life that causes him to defy death, love for his parents, insulted and humiliated, the love for a woman never had but always desired. Dedicated to all young people who shout their love for freedom, unique and priceless character of our thoughts, Our actions, our daily lives.

The unbearable desire to be free

A light caress touches my cheek, is almost dawn, my mother wakes me gently, I get up as usual, I observe his eyes misty with sadness, no more tears, give her a kiss, I get dressed quickly and took to the streets. I have a canvas bag full of stones, the only weapon I have to fight against people who also shoots with leaves. Should be blood brothers but kill us like dogs: getting paid for it.

They killed a girl I met last week, no time to tell her I loved her, I wanted to live with her in another world, certainly different from this.

I am fighting for freedom, I want with all my strength, it is past the time when I was struggling to understand its meaning, when my life went the same, day after day, like a sheep useless, good only to make up the numbers.
do not know if this evening I'll be still alive, my brother has a gun is more good to me, me with stones and slingshots I feel ridiculous. But my anger is not ridiculous, I must die if I do it head on, before the whole world.
Every day, every hour that passes, the urge to penetrate ever deeper into the brain, enhances my actions is even greater hunger and poverty. I know that many look at me: do not judge!
You live in freedom, you are privileged, if you will help me to win then we can be truly brothers.