Broken shoes. (poem)
they look with road dust,
worn is the sole,
I feel when I walk,
the stones and the heat of the asphalt.
A while back they looked bright,
now for work,
submitted opaque,
they have been faithful,
They have accompanied me on all occasions.
My shoes are old and broken from so much walking,
submitted to all weather conditions.
It has touched them hard,
just as they carry water, they carry sun.
When my feet were punished again,
I got used to it eventually.
Now, my broken shoes,
I have to fire them,
today I say goodbye to them.
My broken shoes,
They caressed my feet for a long time.
