The longest race of my life
from one end to stench
seconds of suspense searching for the promised land
It will be a pleasure to tell you.
an insect colony
history of many lives
were left in the memory
was the adventure of a village
and a beautiful varmint
"Coralia Cockroachita."
the one that defied the pavement
by an infinite source
of a great and precious food
My life a Wonder!
The youngest of the litter
of a beautiful capsule
of 32 cockroaches
And here I am on the shore!
in search of the moisture dumpster
Food and heat invade is what I want.
The love of my life awaits me
and the family I love
I'm already here prepared
I was born to experience this
My compact shape protects me
It's safer than true.
I can trust my paws
with the best grip
I am queen of the sewer
art survivor
Stand by!
Are you ready? 1,2,3.
Now girls!
The marathon begins
as fast as I can.
I'm busy, I'm stopping
elusive tyres
with the prayer that I say
and listening to my friends
Crash!
Like eggshells
I'm clinging to this highway
to fight the winds
produced by the cars
those iron horses
with the heat they produce
my nerves get disoriented
I can't stand the asphalt.
I feel like I'm cooking myself up
There's another vehicle coming.
Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!
Another one, another one and another Scream goes,
Screams coming in
My sisters are falling
guided by a great dream
and they're getting stuck together.
between the pieces of iron
others are crushed
in the chapels of the ground
They're hitting me in the face
Filament frosting
scarred by scars
I don't even feel scared.
And my armor is so strong
like my heart suffering
my tears unleashed
watching the others die
Now I see Marilinda
crushed to the ground
I carry it on my back
He says, "Sister, I'm sorry.
I can't do this anymore, Coralia.
my spirit is already leaving
You must follow the path. You must.
run on
I did!
I must be cold!
Now more so at this point
if I hesitate in life
in vain will I be living
Our mothers are waiting for us
they're already reproducing
and it would be a utopia
completely eradicate us
I'm almost there, I see my sewer
near my house I feel it
the great madness that kills
your dream waste
Now I'm going more eagerly
the glory is laughing at me
We're all supported
in a great cry of encouragement
creeping on the freeway
The ones that didn't blow away
they walk in haste
the ones that are surviving
[https://poesia11.wordpress.com/coralia-la-cuacaracha-2//](Poems of my authorship)
