I chose the cover of this book today …

“Let the everlasting drops of blood stain the table and the water wash away the bitter taste of betrayal…” Natasha

The story continues…

A cowardly act of violence,

Their blood lines met,

Their values lost,

Joining the family patterns of their past,

Set on a cross,

Sealed with desire,

Not able to face the truth,

Shying away from their deceit,

She sold her family name and soul to a dark act of religion,

He sold his family name and soul to an act of betrayal,

Together they conspired,

As they listened, watched, followed,

Delivering violence,

Hiring the demons of their minds,

To control, belittle, humiliate,

Their family names,

As they cowardly hid,

Behind closed doors,

How many pieces of silver,

Would they throw to the children,

How many words of encouragement,

How many acts of kindness,

How many listening moments,

How many embraces of Love,

How many thoughts of Peace,

Betrayal and cowardly acts …

Let them cry,

Let them scream,

Let them fall to the floor,

Let them go hungry,

Let them find water,

Let them walk the streets,

Let them sleep in the cold,

Let them loose self-esteem,

Let them forget confidence,

Let them feel fear,

Let them remember the betrayal,

The values and virtues neither could give,

As the heavens opened, a family door to safety,

They were safe rescued as each one was …

Valued as being empathetic,






observant and

pensive in the face of betrayal.

by Natasha

La traición

“Deje que las eternas gotas de sangre manchen la mesa y el agua limpie el sabor amargo de la traición … ” Natasha

Un cobarde acto de violencia, Sus líneas de sangre se encontraron, Sus valores perdidos, Uniéndose a los patrones familiares de su pasado, Se sentaron en una cruz , Sellada de deseo, No capaz de enfrentar la verdad, Alejándose de su engaño, Ella vendió su apellido y su alma a un oscuro acto de religión, Él vendió su apellido y su alma a un acto de traición, Juntos conspiraron, Como escucharon, observaron, siguieron, liberando violencia, contratando a los demonios de sus mentes, controlando, menospreciando, humillando, sus apellidos, mientras se escondían cobardemente, detrás de puertas cerradas, cuántas piezas de plata arrojaban a los niños, Cuántas palabras de aliento, cuántos actos de bondad, cuántos momentos de escucha, cuántos abrazos de amor, cuántos pensamientos de paz, traición y cobardía actúan … Dejen que lloren, que griten, que caigan al suelo , Dejen que pasen hambre, Que encuentren agua, Que caminen por las calles, Que duerman en el frío, Que pierdan su autoestima, Que olviden la confianza, Que sientan miedo, Que recuerden la traición, Los valores y las virtudes tampoco podían dar, mientras los cielos se abrían, la familia era una puerta a la seguridad, estaban a salvo rescatados ya que cada uno era … Valorados por y empáticos

observadores y
Pensativos ante la traición.
Por Natasha

Published by Luisa Natasha Parker

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