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”La cosa más difícil
es conocernos a nosotros mismos;
la más fácil
es hablar mal de los demás.”

Tales de Mileto

𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎,
𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎,
𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛é, 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎.

𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎,
𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎.

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚎 𝚢 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎,
𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎,
𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘ñ𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎,
𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚙í𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕é 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊,
𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕á𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊,
𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊,
𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊.

𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜,
𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊í𝚍𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗, 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚜,
𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘.

𝙰𝚜í, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘,
𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍í𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜,
𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘.

𝙷𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘,
𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊,
𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘,
𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊.

𝙼𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛
𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊.

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Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.

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‘The worst fight is the one
that is not fought.’

Karl Marx

The English version differs from the original Spanish version, because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.

𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐,
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜,
𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜,
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠,
𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙, 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜,
𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍,
𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜,
𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚠𝚗,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚎,
𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜,
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜.

My son Matthew is a winner
in his fight against leukaemia.

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Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:

ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓

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CREDITS:

• Image: I

• CoolText

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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.