A family of little ants
covering the holes,
look up at the sky
and sacrifice themselves in rage.
They remember
their best soldier.
They follow his steps
in the invisible.
Their dreams
take refuge, so simple,
in the grimaces drawn
with a small smile.
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Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: They speak with signs, they align themselves with the stars, it's near and they know it.
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A wonderful poem and metaphor of us as well. How dare we feel greater than they. They understand things we don't and we what they don't so which is better?
It reminds me of an old gaucho from my land who says:
From looking up, my neck stiffened,
from then on I learned to look down.
And the first thing I saw astonished me.
I saw the twisted root of a plant
Protruding like a callus
Grown from the Earth\'s breast
Around the fallen leaves
And the dry, defeated branches
Thanks for stopping by to read and share your idea. Best Regards.
Gaucho's they had in Brazil when I first came along the border of Uruguay, in those days they would ride into town guns on and hitch up to the bar going in for a drink. Miss those days
What a wonderful experience you're sharing. It's a huge pillar of our literary culture, a source of pride. Thanks for sharing!
great write
Thank you so much for stopping by and for your words of encouragement. Best regards.
most welcome, thanks for sharing
A great meaning for us, how dare we think are better, I doubt we are in a position to question anything, great write
Your magnifying glass is for burning ants, mine for studying them, the words I keep so as not to dirty them. Thank you, teacher, for your words. Greetings.
You are very welcome
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