DEMENCIA - Poema de Rod Medina

Vivir en la locura. Ser víctima de la demencia. Nada tan inhumano, nada tan contradictorio. Recuerdo que en una época se afirmaba que el hombre era un animal racional. Si se le quita este calificativo, ¿qué queda entonces? Así es como viven aún muchas personas en el mundo, abandonadas a su suerte, atormentadas a causa de alguna enfermedad mental o la marginalidad social. La pobreza y el extravío confabulan contra el ser humano y lo convierte en un despojo. Aún queda mucho por hacer para que la humanidad de un trato igualitario a todos los que la conformamos.

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[johnp352]

Thank you Rod. My mother spent the last 5 years of her life suffering from Alzeimers. I am proud that you chose A View Southward to accompany your beautiful poem.JP

[kidderminsterbro]

@johnp352 hi john

my brother in law is 59 and has been battling this dreaded

cross for the past five years and he is not doing to well.

i wish i knew more spanish to understand the words, but the

music matches the heartache of the pictures.

peace,rich

[Rodme1965]

@kidderminsterbro

(Continue...)

Gaze lost in aberration,

string of unhealthy words, inconsistencies,

fumbling symposia in a residual world,

isolated and kicked, condemned.

The nerves frantic and crazed hyperbole

You were only silenced when death took them the injustice.

[Rodme1965]

@johnp352 Thanks, John, for writing such beautiful melodies and allow others to use them to supplement our ideas. My grandmother also suffered from Alzheimer's, and it was painful to see how her mind clarity turned off.

[Rodme1965]

@kidderminsterbro

It's not a perfect translation, but it comes close.

Thank you

[kidderminsterbro]

@Rodme1965 dear rod

thank you for your kindness to translate your poem.

my grandmother also suffered from this disease.

i remember when she could no longer speak a single

word she still would sing a melody to my guitar.

music has so much healing power.

peace,rich

[Rodme1965]

@kidderminsterbro DEMENTIA Inhabitants of urban holes, transhumant in internecine streets. Miserable coexistence of demented monologues schizophrenic visions, inner voices that overwhelm the sanity. Human rags swarm between concrete and madness, torn by famine and poisoned by the dirtiness. Lumps of flesh and blood who stumble when walking, they take from one side to another. By dint of shoved they throw like a inane dispossession Carrion infamous for birds of prey.