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A proposal @ costampla “Marathon” to support the initiative of @ jsanz “#letraseneldesierto” has triggered a storm that has populated desert lyrics, twitter has been abuzz with phrases poetry to be found “in the rough” in the order that has been lashing the TL.
The initiative, that is designed to facilitate development, has ended spontaneously becoming a torrent of unbridled creativity. Something wonderful has joined us for a little over an hour on a single objective of support to the people of the Sahara.
Articles documenting the initiative are, after the picture you can see the texts
Letters in the Sahara, born on the network and leads to the desert
Marathon Poetry On Twitter # letrasenelsahara
So Poetry Marathon will run # Letrasenelsahara
Abstract “in the rough” unprocessed
1 Sailboat that current is retained in the red channel, hidden in the basement of the Golden River, without navigating
2 We speak of a people that follow paths bluntly
3 Men, women and children carved faces of sand with pain, blood and gunpowder
4 between toes callus tighten writing, seeking a fear of the uncertain
5 Tender yearnings to know eternally mowed, bitterly ruthlessly excised.
6 Forgotten Dreams between the seas of time, sunburned memories
?? Filled deserts, with colorless eyes shooing oblivion
8 they bellowed that day, target in sight, the exodus is in sandstone, gilded by the anguish of a push to oblivion
centuries of persecution, silent voices, endure over time the lives buried
9 ??? I could imagine under my feet aching pain d those who tread the dune daily,I could imagine and I did n, I ran
walls sinking into oblivion,Rejected clamor ruthless desert,But hope is not dead,in corazónconvencido
My blood moves my body and the earth soaks Hamada
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1 Serene people fled the Laayoune and whose patience did not fly the Simoom
unfolded earth, the starting soul, flight placated by the dunes of exile overcome by greed
3 Although pumps explode, I will write the word peace a thousand times in the arena.
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paron………….Organization?? “Anarkia”!!!
abandoned to uncertain fates,of greed that tear lives,Litany of resolute silence,that leads to death
yes, a desert with such sand…secret yellow, eternal landscape…wind sand, oblivion of the sea
Winged freedom referendum, with the power to choose to sail on the sea.
arity determined gaits in land, oaiss no joy, if you hope orchards,Hand me, powerful justice!
Myriads of centuries, many as the sands of the desert, stranded
yes, a desert with such sand…secret yellow, eternal landscape…wind sand, oblivion of the sea
arity determined gaits in land, oaiss no joy, if you hope orchards,Hand me, powerful justice!
? Lend my voice to a silent scream to be heard in order
Tus dry curds with tears of hope deseos.
invisible to humanity, pursued without authority, wandering through a sea without water
and mind an idea that can not be encandenar, children's games at the entrance to the tents, crossing the sahara free
Phosphate and fish stolen by the evil, letters and culture is a hard life
And justice was ground to plant the seed of the full life, to flourish and grow intoxicated penalties
A mud weight in gold fallen secretion of knowledge is an empty foundation if you do not own a book
and mind an idea that can not be encandenar, children's games at the entrance to the tents,
I will lift up the voices of your people and wounded banished.
It turned into a heartbreaking trill twitter and clamor of thousands who want to come to their aid, gracias a cada uno 🙂
at the gates of a winter,expelled by his brothers, eager to return home loved
As a body, sinuous dunes that give life to a people
Again the moon setting your flash in my eyes, still the beating of my temples, gently kissing.
Paper read, tesoro hidden in the shelf is boring, dust gets in the way
Silence crying children,dreaming of the land that is their life,but whose eyes never saw, blinded by injustice walls
Tears d the children watered the desert,my god,the footsteps of the dried greed,my god,the child is still crying
no yokes in my flesh,no whip on my back, Enough of slavery and snubs! That my country flying moose!
spearheaded the revolt against invading murderer, and sold for the same office without soul
at large, desires clamoring night flying, like stars you windblown
You're not just a mirage. You're a reality that others try to hide.
sailboat with sails without navigating through the dunes banner without anchors, Rumba a la Libertad
longed know children learn jokes childhood, tales dreamed up by your children can read them
There in that I do not imagine naked in the desert,'s me who does not imagine, I will bare, I will ignored
no yokes in my flesh,no whip on my back, Enough of slavery and snubs! That my country flying moose!
disperse the armies that subjugate them with cruelty, to the port of Dakhla, Children arriving exiles
Rage, a muffled cry even when you can not hear your side
with a star and a crescent on the flag of his tattooed body and the sparkle in her eyes, only feel peace
navegass sailboat without the desert at sea..
Despertaré el olvido screaming seas tus
faces do not look satisfied by wet papers, they do not know the depth of your roots; land only knows
Reached # letrasenelsahara for adobes will wallpapering, huddling smiling, Children who know freedom at last, freedom to dream.
Letter to a village, books in the sand
Left to uncertain fates,of greed that tear lives,Litany of resolute silence,that leads to death
the living death of a people without land,tus in books will be finished
How is the spring in the desert?
Will demand that your children be children again.
suffered by the people,suffered,+suffering was lost,shouted the people,tore me cry,I cry lost in the immensity
Sangre y arena ,Books and poems, siroccos and convictions, but becoming a referendum….
Flag with our fingers, kings and furrow land to recognize your banner, live and let live.
Looking for a future that does not forget, but forgiving future injuries
Again the moon setting your flash in my eyes, still the beating of my temples, gently kissing.
No more bloody struggles sprayed illusions.
Walk forward and look at me sideways,distant in spite,No one wants to leave,but n want suplicarlo,not be more
It is not enough to talk about peace,blindly believe in ellla, working with patience,with justice and equity
Dreams lost in the wilderness, so much bloodshed, annihilated so many lives, living nightmare awake # letrasenelsahara
They are letters bloodless,because blood is not read,feels hot and red,means for,because life is,Life Pendant
Redeemed by the smile of the future, by a light and printout, The Future Belongs.
Redeemed by the smile of the future, by a light and printout, The Future Belongs.
Scream with you and our voices will be heard.
It was fear, to look to the horizon and seeing a land valdia,borderless apparent,I perjured again,the land was mine
landless people, land without people, breathless hearts, future that always closes
Desert Arena, seawater…
Desert Arena, seawater…
Did this ahogan la cart, I will sing for you.
shown a fleeting echo elusive, Sound overflowing from the rooftops: Come back children of the people come out
Star says that if you cry goes, shines if you read and if you dream, if you dream it takes you to his world
faraway longing in her sweet kids and the pain in his eyes empty desert
Spring in the desert. very very green green on ocher ocher. Wonder
Cuartillas d paper ply the dunes as bottles thrown into the sea,d sand to reach remote islands,prendandolas of hope
lives buried in the desert, ensure flown until the flags flying in a sea of freedom
Come out of your hiding place and loudly clamadlo, to read books not need to be black or red or white…
Freedom, freedom. Only that… Freedom
Spring in the desert. very very green green on ocher ocher. Wonder
faraway longing in her sweet kids and the pain in his eyes empty desert
I do not stop the marathon,we love walk by firing,no longer forgotten,a people with heart,listen well and her heartbeat,
Bury in the sand immense hatred and blood. May the wind tariga peace and hope.
just need to go to the library and have desire to know what is around us.
Huddled defy reality, only allows them to dream a book, adobe are its cave Ali Baba
Who said fear? it was not me who said later??the bravest,I scream at the horizon!you! YOU ARE NOT ALONE
Stop the crutches rifles books and balls.
Verses fighting injustice, books to enlighten the world
today I give service,and helps others,our creed sacrifice,in all honesty
We all have your blood, all feel your pain.
No body will be, Free the fate of his people, but his soul will fly free dream stories
Whites bones, distant comets and heart grows a palm tree with hospitality and friendship for those who want to come
Let them choose their inhabitants sand…
as shifting dunes by the wind to grip 'em good shelter yk keden not forgotten…
only the left and handed her pain can compensate this town of pain
I rails Andean parade,how much joy it gives me,I want to keep crying, towards freedom
qn useless presence that permeates your word,simple book pages bode q n,soil amamanta spirits
I love you, even in the days of haze, I love you.
Mother, Why we put lilies in rifles? Son that books are the future and the past rifles oxide.
Once upon a time people living in legal trouble Twitter causing desert sandstone in the illusions of a child
feel the sand, stardust * ^ * in a sweet water, earth
… reached the second chapter of the story. And it was reflected. It was he riding dunes like foamy waves…
Today the best amateur poets chartered boat to # letrasenelsahara is understood and shared, a book are universal tesoro
I sold the tent to see luna, let me pet while oozing,songs of freedom, on the dunes
The sun shines tonight deserts ignored
Pain d q a letter trembles at birth,both pain and hardness in your stroke,it is my conscience who shuns my oblivion
Let's fill light eyes desert. Then the moon will be much more moon.
A man is rich, when you know share your treasures, a child can be happy if you let children share dreams
dunes swallowed whales, overwhelmed by so much sand, if echaron to sleep
Turbans wind, saline depressions, rocky deserts, nations who were due and? Only nostrs…
And let the residents choose their rulers…
a giant lanes of arena, brand in the Sahara when, of a people longing for freedom, ever forget his grief
The words are gone with the wind, are easy and cheap, # do something with letrasenelsahara has little money and a great value.
a tidal wave of addiction,light of hope in despair,convinced people struggle,that justice commands # letrasenelsahara
a tidal wave of addiction,light of hope in despair,convinced people struggle,demand justice
The sand dunes form desolation, only know adobe will all understand that anxiety can disappear
I give myself to the service,to help others,is my sacrifice creed, towards freedom
Silence in the desert, waves in the sea, sahara alone…
Neither men, nor can the oceans with sand…
Silence in the desert, waves in the sea, sahara alone…
Desert Arena, seawater…
#letrasenelsahara That feels this desert town!
In the waves of your dune your dreams fall asleep.
Impact on Network Trend # letrasenelsahara
Contributions:
Jsanz gamonalb @ @ @ @ gasolinero costampla @ Simpliciuss
Mardepalabras of 1969 @ @ @ @ senovilla_jfs ch_stevens waspy09 @ @ @ josegll goloviarte @ soysolo
Erronkari Blogtecnia @ @ @ @ lavozdeunagata IGAUTXORI @ @ carlospunto piziadas
@ Ric_Arr @ josegll @ Reina55 @ goefry @ psandez @ egirbau @ Basic @ San Donato @ MarijuanaJeans
JosePol0 puentehumano @ @ @ @ carlospunto paufdr elpicapiedra @ @ @ novasico silviadanzarina
@ ErnestoPaniagua @ egirbau …
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