Michal Lukasiewicz
• And there can be another big blow this, because my dear friend and companion "blogguero Ernesto leaves us stunned, frozen, not the beauty of its high image of cultural understanding, their musical jolts, its commitment to human justice.
• How sad, how sad to lose my admired Ernesto, I just leave the words on this sad night, dark desolate without him.
• Your comments always elegant, noble, worthy part of a shared space of time through our pages, and I owe a lot.
• Serve this elegy to soothe the pain and not to silence, that's impossible.
• Ernesto's Blog: WITNESS, will remain open through the kindness of his family, thanks to them, to whom I send my deepest sympathy.
• I would like to dedicate this beautiful poem by César Vallejo to my dear and unforgettable Ernesto "in memoriam".
Bert Beirne
• There are blows in life, so strong ... I do not know!
• Blows seemingly from God, as if before them,
• the undertow of everything suffered
• is embedded in the soul ... I do not know!
• Few, but are ... Open dark trenches
• in the fiercest face and in the strongest back.
• Perhaps they are the colts of barbaric Attila
• or the black heralds sent to us by Death.
• They are the deep falls of the Christs of the soul
• of some adored faith blasphemed by Destiny.
• Those bloody blows are the crackling
• some bread in the oven door burns us.
• And man ... Poor ... Poor! He turns his eyes, as
• over the shoulder when patting calls us;
• crazy eyes again, and everything lived
• become stagnant, like a puddle of guilt in his eyes.
• There are blows in life, so powerful ... I do not know! • THE BLACK HERALDS
• CESAR VALLEJO
• And there can be another big blow this, because my dear friend and companion "blogguero Ernesto leaves us stunned, frozen, not the beauty of its high image of cultural understanding, their musical jolts, its commitment to human justice.
• How sad, how sad to lose my admired Ernesto, I just leave the words on this sad night, dark desolate without him.
• Your comments always elegant, noble, worthy part of a shared space of time through our pages, and I owe a lot.
• Serve this elegy to soothe the pain and not to silence, that's impossible.
• Ernesto's Blog: WITNESS, will remain open through the kindness of his family, thanks to them, to whom I send my deepest sympathy.
• I would like to dedicate this beautiful poem by César Vallejo to my dear and unforgettable Ernesto "in memoriam".
Bert Beirne
• There are blows in life, so strong ... I do not know!
• Blows seemingly from God, as if before them,
• the undertow of everything suffered
• is embedded in the soul ... I do not know!
• Few, but are ... Open dark trenches
• in the fiercest face and in the strongest back.
• Perhaps they are the colts of barbaric Attila
• or the black heralds sent to us by Death.
• They are the deep falls of the Christs of the soul
• of some adored faith blasphemed by Destiny.
• Those bloody blows are the crackling
• some bread in the oven door burns us.
• And man ... Poor ... Poor! He turns his eyes, as
• over the shoulder when patting calls us;
• crazy eyes again, and everything lived
• become stagnant, like a puddle of guilt in his eyes.
• There are blows in life, so powerful ... I do not know! • THE BLACK HERALDS
• CESAR VALLEJO
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