Alerta

Sun burns
and the air
swelters.

Breaths,
heavy and deep,
struggle.

Delicate clouds
pass by like
handkerchiefs,

at the hours
of sorrow
and departure.

Mountains
cut the sky
and the earth.

Olives
bleeding
in the dirt.

Breaths,
heavy and deep,
struggle.

Sun burns
and the air
swelters.

Winds carry
a desperate
cry –

¡No Pasarán!

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