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NO VALE (Canaries Day)








Canary Day. Holiday, fun, joy, folklore, mix of tradition and modernity, recent history of democracy that seems not just coming out. All this mixed with hype, with court proceedings, cockfighting apparent among stakeholder groups in public life, he can not rightly say as a comment some bloggers about the shady friends Canary Day. Especially in these days of election, never better as the race, as one listens more to what the other does not or bad, according to some, that what some propose. Day, however, to celebrate while aware of the reality.

And in those mental diatribes I remembered the cry of the poet pictures often reflect reality. NO VALE Agustín Millares could be an overview of his time, but I doubt that filmmaking is a Canarian society today, where we should all be more players. Just wanted to post the poem, but, Sorry, I've gone this long introduction.

NO VALE

I say is not worth putting

blue sleep under the covers,

passing by,

know nothing,

turn a blind eye to what happens,

keep the thirst of stars locked.

I tell you

not worth losing the love speech,

reason that street, that joy

break their word, that passion

confess:

There's no blood.

I say is not worth the gray

always get away with it, that black

out of hand and say

cross and stripe,

the joy of air.

returns to the fray and say: Here

not be burying its head in the sand, say

did not know, I'm on the sidelines

,

live in my tower only and do not know.

I say and I repeat it is not worth

Agustín Millares Sall, poet
Canary The Canary Day