was in my house a prisoner toche
"Nothing better than my cage
But a calm night, silent silver
cunning and hungry came
But a calm night, silent silver a fuck up the cage, and evil smile and perfidious words says the bird and that scared
go to sleep at my house. How can you live imprisoned in this cage
you who are between birds and estimated the prettiest?
Look out, my life, and you'll see the picture
tonight so beautiful, so pleasant and so
clear.
tell you the delights of freedom and the blandishments
loved the world that gives
beings who love him "
And though timid and fearful,
the bird flapped its wings as a sign that
applauded flattery and praise
and so conceited
between the mesh removed by
the head, and instantly. . .
a fierce bite
cut as guillotine, the head
foolish;
and without delay any marsupial
swallows the remaining
still beating the rest inside the cage. Learn
, children and youth,
this lesson of the fable.
The world with its pleasures praise
and snares
treacherously invites you to kill the soul. That fool mocking
the paternal vigilance
home, out into the world
after insane freedoms,
same will happen to the bird of our tale: the guillotine in the world
mutilated body and soul.
Arul. December-1963
TAKEN WITH CULTURAL purely Published:
THE VATICAN ECO No. 695,
OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE DIOCESE OF GARZON,
OCTOBER DECEMBER 1982
DIRECTOR: Leon Ortiz LOSADA PRIEST (ACEVEDUNO)
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