I have shed the skin that wrapped around me,
I have let the cold embrace me, naked.
Without garments, without fabrics, without false doctrines,
I have stopped pretending to be a little free,
I know I am one of the crowd.
I am a slave,
a naked slave,
who refuses to be deceived,
in a world of deceptive appearances.
I live in a cave of darkness,
within the warmth of the cold.
Revelation.
Rebel.
Madman.
Rowing,
against the current,
nothing is what it seems.
In a world of greed,
an unstoppable world of shadows,
in the revelation of the final days,
I strip myself bare, I tear away my rags, free.
Free to think that I am a slave,
in the world of the Fourth Reich,
within the perfect deception.
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LIBERACION
Me he desnudado de la piel que me envuelve,
he dejado que el frío me envuelva, desnudo.
Sin ropajes, sin telas, sin falsas doctrinas,
he dejado de fingir ser libre,
sé que soy de la masa.
Soy un esclavo,
un esclavo desnudo,
que no quiere ser engañado,
en el mundo de las engañosas apariencias.
Vivo en una caverna a oscuras,
en el calor del frío.
Revelación.
Rebelde.
Loco.
Remando,
a contracorriente,
nada es lo que parece.
En el mundo de la codicia,
imparable mundo de las tinieblas,
en la revelación de los tiempos finales,
me desnudo, me arranco los harapos, libre.
Libre para pensar que soy un esclavo,
en el mundo del Cuarto Reich,
en el engaño perfecto.
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Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
well written
Thank you very much
And so we are all trapped in this world where breaking free means insanity being ostracized and maybe committed. Social beings we have to comply and thereby are enslaved by many masters. Nicely written Carlos
Freedom is a pretty nebulous concept, really. Your exploration of its contradictions hints at this and clearly lists some of these.
Enjoyed the read.
I’m with you on questioning what we’re sold, Carlos…I don’t want another reassuring slogan. Tell me who benefits, who pays, and what happens when we say no. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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