What is social poetry?
is the sense poetic through the written word, in which he expresses the feeling of what one means in for ma
metaphor.
is the cry, the cry from the rooftops of the word asphyxiated, silenced, for irrational martyrdom between humans, which is reflected in our current society divided into social classes and a state that does not identify with the weak and the dispossessed of rural and urban .
mystic is the dawn light, that drives us to write the unjust reality, his heart in his hand and with a high sensitivity to change for something just wrong, pure and new. To placate our bitterness, grief, torture, pain, suffering, distress, suffering, sacrifice, sorrow, torment, distress and all these torments desagarran our existence due to an unjust society and insensitive, a popular utopia that gives vitality and strength to storm the heavens.
social Poetry is a bright pure gold whip in the darkness, a ray of darkness, thunder is silent, is the vortex of loneliness, the social poet wants to live in that magical world full of tenderness, joy, delight, pleasure, happiness, pleasure, delight, enjoyment, pleasure, delight, enjoyment, satisfaction, and joy for the seizure of power by the rural poor and the city in which his spirit in delirium, ecstasy universal. It tries with his metaphor thunderous change the world, expressing in words understandable, direct lines, epic and simple.
Many will attack us as social malcontents, but this does not dishearten us, the opposite is the nectar to keep producing and cultivating heaven here on earth, for children who are the reason for our existence , swear that we will stand a better world for them.
What does the social poet writes with the pen when redeeming to express what they feel, what lives and what he sees daily in his ordeal?
The bard, the minstrel, the lyrical, the balladeers just want to express their thoughts aloud, the unjust world in which they live, their sacred thought high social sensitivity, the marginalized poor man or woman, in defense of nature , the betrayals and misunderstandings, his loneliness, his anxiety, helplessness, the child who sells his innocence in the lust of the desecration and blasphemy.
But scholars and teachers of literature are they merely a whisper and discredit, what social poetry is inconsistent and repugnant with modernity and social poetry is the slop of the intelligentsia.
However, social poetry, is not jarring or infertile and less waste or scrap of letters, and that through social poetry is about living a magical universe, which then talk to the boys to girls, to transform the sad nights And just in smiling and happy, make the sun to witness our liberation and the bright and silvery moon to witness the redemption that our people expect and that the stars with the telluric force tillites to feel that we are free as birds in flight, as condor master of the mountains and lovers never hidden
the wind whisper our freedom forever.
Through my poetic song, minstrel marginal, he mused, meditate and think about society, human life, of a girl who cries at dawn, the child who has no children, a bird with broken wings, a flower withers , a butterfly in search of a rose, the moon shines not because of the black cloud that crosses their path, from lost love to be in jail, of breaking the unjust social status quo for something much greater, and all This will explain my songs in a sing marginal schizophrenia only explain my crying in the evening to await the dawn with my pen serene, bizarre, courageous, tenacious and granite.
is now our society is abstracted by frivolity, consumerism and globalization absorbed by the alienated that dazzles the lack of faith, the pessimist who is subjected to power and pelf which is easily alienated by the siren song of the corrupt and treacherous that throws the table scraps.
But here are the balladeers to the whole world knows that the social poet living a utopian world, dreaming of something impossible for ordinary, only marginal troubadour dare down the stars and give them to children of our people, popular poet can only point which is the true path of roses for our people to follow, only the popular singer can confront the cunning of the merchant and cheap politics, not live to see the world absorbed optimism, we are not blind to the hunch or gut feeling that invites us to trumpet victory to a better future.
And if some day labor at poetic and magical world, and if not incinerate me, I want the son of my son read this letter to the children of the urban marginal and above my room, if they put it, a message easygoing, affable, and sincere lirondo read: the teachers lost a teacher, won a dead cemetery, but his poetry which will tour the sandy sea breeze and marginal peoples of Peru and the wind whispers forever freedom and revolution.
is the sense poetic through the written word, in which he expresses the feeling of what one means in for ma
metaphor. is the cry, the cry from the rooftops of the word asphyxiated, silenced, for irrational martyrdom between humans, which is reflected in our current society divided into social classes and a state that does not identify with the weak and the dispossessed of rural and urban .
mystic is the dawn light, that drives us to write the unjust reality, his heart in his hand and with a high sensitivity to change for something just wrong, pure and new. To placate our bitterness, grief, torture, pain, suffering, distress, suffering, sacrifice, sorrow, torment, distress and all these torments desagarran our existence due to an unjust society and insensitive, a popular utopia that gives vitality and strength to storm the heavens.
social Poetry is a bright pure gold whip in the darkness, a ray of darkness, thunder is silent, is the vortex of loneliness, the social poet wants to live in that magical world full of tenderness, joy, delight, pleasure, happiness, pleasure, delight, enjoyment, pleasure, delight, enjoyment, satisfaction, and joy for the seizure of power by the rural poor and the city in which his spirit in delirium, ecstasy universal. It tries with his metaphor thunderous change the world, expressing in words understandable, direct lines, epic and simple.
Many will attack us as social malcontents, but this does not dishearten us, the opposite is the nectar to keep producing and cultivating heaven here on earth, for children who are the reason for our existence , swear that we will stand a better world for them.
What does the social poet writes with the pen when redeeming to express what they feel, what lives and what he sees daily in his ordeal?
The bard, the minstrel, the lyrical, the balladeers just want to express their thoughts aloud, the unjust world in which they live, their sacred thought high social sensitivity, the marginalized poor man or woman, in defense of nature , the betrayals and misunderstandings, his loneliness, his anxiety, helplessness, the child who sells his innocence in the lust of the desecration and blasphemy.
But scholars and teachers of literature are they merely a whisper and discredit, what social poetry is inconsistent and repugnant with modernity and social poetry is the slop of the intelligentsia.
However, social poetry, is not jarring or infertile and less waste or scrap of letters, and that through social poetry is about living a magical universe, which then talk to the boys to girls, to transform the sad nights And just in smiling and happy, make the sun to witness our liberation and the bright and silvery moon to witness the redemption that our people expect and that the stars with the telluric force tillites to feel that we are free as birds in flight, as condor master of the mountains and lovers never hidden
the wind whisper our freedom forever. Through my poetic song, minstrel marginal, he mused, meditate and think about society, human life, of a girl who cries at dawn, the child who has no children, a bird with broken wings, a flower withers , a butterfly in search of a rose, the moon shines not because of the black cloud that crosses their path, from lost love to be in jail, of breaking the unjust social status quo for something much greater, and all This will explain my songs in a sing marginal schizophrenia only explain my crying in the evening to await the dawn with my pen serene, bizarre, courageous, tenacious and granite.
is now our society is abstracted by frivolity, consumerism and globalization absorbed by the alienated that dazzles the lack of faith, the pessimist who is subjected to power and pelf which is easily alienated by the siren song of the corrupt and treacherous that throws the table scraps.
But here are the balladeers to the whole world knows that the social poet living a utopian world, dreaming of something impossible for ordinary, only marginal troubadour dare down the stars and give them to children of our people, popular poet can only point which is the true path of roses for our people to follow, only the popular singer can confront the cunning of the merchant and cheap politics, not live to see the world absorbed optimism, we are not blind to the hunch or gut feeling that invites us to trumpet victory to a better future.
And if some day labor at poetic and magical world, and if not incinerate me, I want the son of my son read this letter to the children of the urban marginal and above my room, if they put it, a message easygoing, affable, and sincere lirondo read: the teachers lost a teacher, won a dead cemetery, but his poetry which will tour the sandy sea breeze and marginal peoples of Peru and the wind whispers forever freedom and revolution.
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