Los dictadores no Nacen Aun

Soy hembra de conciencia y de Paz

me hago la Amante de Justicia

La luz de un Dia ver a Mi Madre

Que ya no tenga que ser Esclava

Me arrulla como a mi me gusta

porque ella quien es mi Reina y FLor

Me saluda por el viento de mi Alma

es una Ventana al Ilustre

Una aguila empieze su Nido

Donde dara a la vida la Azar

Hazme Nueva olvidame Horror

Que no habra Guerra en la Tierra

Que los dictadores no Nacen Aun







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Ode to Google: The Whole World's A Library

Ode to Google my only Search Engine

Computing what it does and all for me

While It makes the whole world a library

I think of my Future and my Being

I remember time before the Internet

Of How it was squandered on Useless Stuff

Uninformed arrogant and insipid

was no way to Function not in the least

I enter a letter, number, image

All my impatience gets hyperactive

I ask and it listens then answers gives

My oracle of knowledge, my great gage

I googled this: “what happens when love ends?”

It is infinite as you responded <3
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Oda A Hugo Chavez

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Oda a Hugo Chavez

 No son ni elegantes y no son sangrientos:

los versos que canto me animan

un sincero deseo del comun

el misterio que entres dos hace Un.


El amor a mi misma llega a Usted.

Se le acerca a banar la cara

con los deseos de mi Caracas

saname mi vida contoy la Suya


Sera que de un dia a otro

un milagro del mas grande Amor

nos cure la misma fiebre: Ardor

entre la nobleza y el corazon



Yo lo mando por un Vientecito

que me lo Sopla llegar a Hugo.







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Death of a Hacker Age 26

 

Bring me my keyboard

Bring me my Mouse

While I write a song

of the Suicides of youths

Back back to Beauty

Back back to Love

It’s not just a Rhythm

But a verse

 There is no answer

There is no answer

that darkness won’t hide

Believe me, I knew

Long before I died

Being a tool is no power



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