Obrero hoy, obrero es
lleva el aroma de Siderca
va ordeñando metales
en futuro para sus hijos.
.
Siente el deber familiar
y también de la comunidad
hoy la injusticia lo rodea
firme va alienando hierro.
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Es él mi hombre, mi sol
obrero que traba mi corazón
a él van mis versos hoy
Feliz Día Metalúrgico.
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¡Te amo, Miguel!
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©Beatriz Valerio
www.beatrizvalerio.com.ar
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone