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El alto precio de la paz
por la que antaño rogaba
cuando, herido, me arrastraba
entre la jungla, pertinaz
en pos del «cariño» mordaz,
es un muy cruel aislamiento
que afecta cada momento
en el que busco distracción,
y con mucha resignación
a la misma vida enfrento.
part of a series on stars and constellations to celebrate the sense of wonder and awe they inspire.
ReplyDeletethis poem expresses a feeling I have come to understand better than I wish I did: that a man on his own is expressly or implicitly banned from many entertainment or leisure places and events, unlike a woman by herself, a family, or a group of women, as even groups of men are frowned upon in many places due to stereotypes and often absurd fears.
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