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n evocative protest poem, by Glória, against guns and violence, exclusively for Different Truths
Pull the trigger In the shadows From past In the tears kept Of joys not lived In forgotten kisses Pull the trigger In the darkness of the songs The hidden steps Please pull the trigger Shoot those old dreams Let blood gush on white Let the illusion swallow the flakes Shoot at once In the soul of the sad poet Shoot Shoot and Shoot Keep walking Pull the trigger In the words In angry letters In the melancholy In the screams of the chest Pull the trigger Shoot the single Leftover star Leave it all in silence Your nervous laugh. Pull the trigger Before the handful of time Write the clouds into oblivion Pull the trigger In the rules In the grammars In dreams Without carving the memory Pull the trigger This sound of ships Hanging At the head of the river That refuses to leave Into the sea of the future Squeeze the trigger at once And it will only be necessary Once So that the pretty blonde Land the phrases In the palm of your hands And the promises will open In the sentences, in the eyes pregnant with tears Just pull the trigger In me, since there We can be us. Pull the trigger At the last drop of faith That springs from my being.
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