To the twin towers
In memoriam
For six years no longer they have been. The city is not the same one, the world either. Perhaps until God it has changed. Revenge or madness, what will have untied everything?
They fell just so that most terrible Babel rose. Many fell that day: they were martyrs, other victims. And thousands, without knowing it, later. A war of two became of many. All we are military objectives, all we are under terrorist threat.
What is of them also is mine: its fears, their problems, their security, its evils, and already. Global village? That one is!
Many fell that day... and many have fallen more. There where the Earth stops black gold. Where the sun is more within the skin than the hope. Those of stars, those of the moon, those of the union, those of the flag tricolor; those of the new continent, those of the old one, all the colors, languages, scents, sizes, forms.
All have fallen. After all, they are welded. 11 of September, who will win? Hundreds of thousands are, neither the towers, nor Sadam, nor the government Talibán, nor the chemical arms that never were nor hundreds of thousands. Thousands went away: men, women, old, young.
Only two are of foot, Bush and Bin Laden. Tomorrow, others will come behind. Other that will need petroleum, that will need to sell arms, that they will want to be presidents. That they will have the absolute truth, with the covered heads. That they will be attacked, that will be attacking, while other that will want the peace... I do not wait for more.
For six years no longer they have been. The city is not the same one, the world either. Perhaps until God it has changed. Revenge or madness, what will have untied everything?
They fell just so that most terrible Babel rose. Many fell that day: they were martyrs, other victims. And thousands, without knowing it, later. A war of two became of many. All we are military objectives, all we are under terrorist threat.
What is of them also is mine: its fears, their problems, their security, its evils, and already. Global village? That one is!
Many fell that day... and many have fallen more. There where the Earth stops black gold. Where the sun is more within the skin than the hope. Those of stars, those of the moon, those of the union, those of the flag tricolor; those of the new continent, those of the old one, all the colors, languages, scents, sizes, forms.
All have fallen. After all, they are welded. 11 of September, who will win? Hundreds of thousands are, neither the towers, nor Sadam, nor the government Talibán, nor the chemical arms that never were nor hundreds of thousands. Thousands went away: men, women, old, young.
Only two are of foot, Bush and Bin Laden. Tomorrow, others will come behind. Other that will need petroleum, that will need to sell arms, that they will want to be presidents. That they will have the absolute truth, with the covered heads. That they will be attacked, that will be attacking, while other that will want the peace... I do not wait for more.
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