And you will ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the bloods in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!
Preguntaréis ¿por qué su poesía
no nos habla del sueño, de las hojas,
de los grandes volcanes de su país natal? Venid a ver la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver
la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver la sangre
por las calles!
no nos habla del sueño, de las hojas,
de los grandes volcanes de su país natal? Venid a ver la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver
la sangre por las calles,
venid a ver la sangre
por las calles!
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by Donald D. Walsh:
You will ask: why does your poetry
not speak to us of sleep, of the leaves,
of the great volcanoes of your native land? Come and se the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!