Bloody Salsa Poem by Adrian Cordova
Bloody Salsa
We dance a wicked dance.
Spining, ducking, weaveing.
We are parters of the same flag.
We survive it all, I watch your back, you watch mine.
Slicing, blocking, tradeing.
Such is the way of a fighter.
We train.
We fight.
We live to fight again.
We love.
We die.
Such is a fighters life.
One day, we got the idea in our head, to runaway.
For time immeasureable, we were peaceful.
But our former allies found us.
And the waltz of flesh and steel, the slow dance of carage, the Bloody Salsa continued.
Until the day we die, but we have each other still.
And so the Bloody Salsa is at least continued with reason.
And with this blood restful on my hands, I hold your face.
My equal, my rival.
My hope, my love.
My hero, my friend.
My conspirator.
My fallen comrade.
I get up, let loose what life I have left.
Obliterating all those who stood against us.
Killing me in the process.
And so the the eternally repeated dance called the Bloody Salsa is finally ended.
Ashlay, continue your fight to survive babe, I come for you soon…
i can relate to this poem in many ways... love everyline of it.. a 10 isn't food enough! !
Lovely poem! New ways of seeing old dances: Valse! Oh how I love its simple flow.. ''flesh and steel'' for me would be the tango..Salsa..a fight? ! I never tought of that, maybe you're right, till a pair feel each other as well as to move like one might have a bit of fight..or did you thought of competition, please do set me right.. you open my appetit for dance thank you,10
Adrian: a very good write, a couple typos but you can correct them. I like the way the younger generation covers each others back. keep up the good work. Your friend Lynn
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 12:17:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Adrian, it is a VERY GOOD poem. I am impressed! ....although.....the VERY LAST sentence makes me FEEL that ASH-LAY could be ANY BODY....even ME...........an where I've been.........(I) i don't want to go again.........but i and I give it a 10.