So many storms hit our America; but it is the black eagle aztado who has more strength, especially in the last 100 years. That's why I could not stop writing this: Black Eagle
There's a pain in my country
There is pain in your tears
springing from a seed planted by the dismay
black eagle cry bitter
fields for all your feathers absent men
and splinters of death
sang their anthem wicked Winged
hiding your true democracy gave birth
while the idiosyncrasies
matabas your grasp of freedom
In this double morality and worship your monuments
screwed us with the story
of tradition, family and property
From the Andes comes the breeze
Condor angry that horny back
background of a dream than a hundred years
to challenge death and deceit
black eagle flying in the trades
hear the echo of the Middle East and Sinbad
Scheherazade
caution to be taken and if the fight
my town listens
my body will follow its fate
senile empire trembles
Bolivar, soul and
oath that live in soil, water, wind
and even fire my gun
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