Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Estados Unidos Mexicanos Comments

Rating: 5.0

In the country the sun heated our cotton shirts
And we felt children wrapped in hot clothes.
From the cow's breast the milk sparted in the bowl.
The wind raised the tuff dust which stuck to our sweaty skin.
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Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
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Reshma Ramesh 10 October 2008

wow! ! i have never read anything like this before..........

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Onelia Avelar 19 July 2008

An outlandish unusual poem with social and historical aspects. The lines about the 'Mexican moms putting the ladies' underwear back into the wardrobes...Dads covering ways through empty fields...are subtle poetical metaphor of what happened. It happend in my country 60 years ago. Old people still remember the 'Collectivization... the fate of who owns nothing', a very very true sentences.

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Original Unknown Girl 15 July 2008

A really interesting story you shared here Paolo. My fav line is'movement means to go on, revolution to turn upside down'. Very true! HG: -) xx

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