walking in the steps of the ancient ones

I have a sleeping puppy on my lap. That's your cue to go *aawww*

In other news, today I walked above the clouds, above the sea. And I sat in the footprint of a dinosaur to watch the sunset.

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And today is a good day to translate the poem from before:


POORNESS, Eduardo Galeano

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have no time to waste time.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who haven't silence and cannot buy it.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have legs that have forgotten how to walk,
like the wings of chickens who have forgotten how to fly.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who eat garbage and pay money for it as if it were food.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have the right to breath shit,
as if it were air, without paying anything for it.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have no more freedom than to choose between one channel and another on the television.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who live passionate dramas with machines.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who are always many and are always alone.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who know not that they are poor.

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translation from the original in Spanish by Lindsy Glick 2010
traducción del original por Lindsy Glick 2010