When There Are No Words Left

WHEN THERE ARE NO WORDS LEFT When there are no words left of those we use and rere-use to describe thousands of battles and when the last prisoner has escaped from the affront of the abduction … When about the war war, ar, we hear only that the the last discharge has already exploded and that calm has turned to the nervous rivers of our native soil and to the sceneries which were shaken to put in danger the horizons of our candid land … When the faces of the war be godfearing godfearing rostra because the tenderness has come up to the cruel man to whom the hostility had taken his soul from him … Then, the peace will begin to revive - with a glossary of new words in the quintessence of the white petals in the crystalline light of the dawn in the whisper of the chaste aura in the murmur of your diaphanous laugh and in the love that transfers me to the peaceful living of your placid days. Ramiro PadillaPadilla-Guerrero