They build effigies for the dead, the same ones who in life denied him a piece of bread.Presentation.In this edition of Poems and Songs number 2, Armando Blanco presents us with another face of his songs turning them into poems. Convinced that he will never be able to make them known, and in some way to send them to the party, according to him, he broadened the topics, which in advance will assure that it will be a pleasure for the reader to enjoy this little book. Mario ValladaresTo be born again.To dream that I hold you in my arms, that I kiss you, and between kiss and kiss, you become the kiss itself.I knot on your hips .., deep, and the more I sink, the closer I am to GOD.I fight like an immoral warrior, without fear of death.Because I know I'm fighting for life, and finally, winning the battle, I get the scream of the angel.To dream that I hold you in my arms, it is only a dream.The reality is to have lost the war, to know that I give my hand to death because of your absence, while I listen behind my back to the macabre murmur of my own hell, your memory.I dream again, because I'm just happy, when I know I'm dreaming.The feet of hope.The time that gave me your being.The tenderness of your caresses. I do not know if they will return.There will not be anyone in the world who can overcome the charm of your smile.Nor will there be anyone who can light my way as the shining of your eyes did.Go back as long as you want.And shatter this nostalgia.To kiss thus the feet of hope for the sake of finding you again.You left one day without saying goodbye and I never knew why.If everything seemed to rock on the hands of GOD, why it collapsed.