En Antigua Todo es Possible y Mas

Beneath the patchwork quilt
Of the tin roofs
Arte es universal
Arte es natural
Muted rainbows
emptied pots filled
With the tears of motherless children
Men battle green for a place to call home
Blues blanket the boys and girls
Seeking shelter in a little classroom
There the air is brown
Splattered with hues of yellows and gold
A single ray of white dust
Dances from heaven
And moves to the sea
From this painful earth
On these broken faces
Arte is universal
Arte es natural
Callejones, passageways
Where dreams fall deaf on
Broken glass and cobblestone


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