Poetic Uniforms

Camouflaged, Specialized, Generalized

Caps as hard as steel, will aid.

Worn by others, memories within.

The trauma is nothing for a soldier

strap as tight as a noose Chin trapped between

Worn rubber, of those who fought we AIM

.uniform of heavy thought, light movement, all the same  BANG!

But different in every way, we stride, heavy footed

The weaving pain of the horrors The interlaced suffering .

The belts as tight as The wishes to go back.

The pants heavy and dry Pockets for storing hope

Help. memories, they stride

Boots as heavy as two bricks

The pace muddy as is our mind

The trauma is scarred

In nylon wool we move towards

to end the fight to survive , to thrive

Very light the uniform feels, that I imagine being in the clouds and free.

Oh! Look up there goes the ball, watch out you are not going to fall.

Look at the other team I think that this would be an easy, but powerful win.

Later today after we win Fontana’s logo will wave in the wind.

Each of us know where to go, calm down this is not the end of the world.

You and you go in front, close up,- the other team doesn’t see our take off.

Become the best players you can be and let’s surprise the other team.

All of us come on! Let’s take this match is a piece of cake for us.

Let’s go! We can do this - no one can stop us here.

Look! We did it the world is ours for the taking.

Believe in what you dream 

Act as a god

Reach your dream even if your old

Challenge yourself as Messi

Effort and discipline will not be easy

Level that does not matter now

Ohhh! yes the football is played with flow

Never stop dreaming 

And finally go were your passion want you to go

Hockey is my favorite sport.

I can play it on the ice or in a street.

They will punch you hard so you can lose your teeth. Doesn’t matter if you’re long or short.

Big guy would leave you with out a breath.

The stick would become your best friend. And when it brakes it will be the end.

Your skates would be your biggest problem when you start.

But when you get use you would move like an All-star.

Training hard will give you pride. It will make you dangle as the speed of a ride. 

Making goals will give you honor. You  will  stop  being a cone.  And  feel  free  to go home. 

Result  would no come  soon. But training can take you to  the moon. If you  want to win as a champion does.

Going hard will take you far. Teams will Always be in a war.

But what will make the difference is the team who worked hard. This would give you the happier moments ever. 

And when your team wins the cup. You would be happy forever .

Study to make myself feel right.

Crash with all my work, but I keep everything tight.

Holidays are waiting for me, so I need my grades up.

Old same story, when I'm done with everything I jump.

Laces around my shoes, always getting undone on the highway.

Same thing my pen has always done.

The sky keeps looking dull to me.

Uh-oh, this amazingly awful feeling.

Does this to me, I'm so tired I'm going to die.

You still keep screaming AAAHHH! you know I'm still trying to apply.

What I do isn't easy.

What I do isn't safe.

It's me... it's the way I am.

I will not quit myself, even though the world tells me to stop.

I've had my crashes - I've been knocked out. 

If that's your passion - if that's what you want to do.

You're going to get back on your bike and do it again.

You can do anything you want.

The final game feelling your heart is about to explode

The emotion in your bones and your legs shaking

Happiness and proudness that you feel when you’re representing your country

In your jersey the logo of your country and a c that inspires responsability

Your family and other Colombians cheering for you

The speed of the game that gets you exited and increments your agility

Only thinking in the game and getting first is the only thing you want to do

Getting the score up helped the team to calm down

But we were so relaxed that the rival attacked like an arrow

We were now scared and the trophy was screaming to us but very low

Five minutes to end and we were tied

Going into extra time and playing with only luck

Not moving as yourself  but as you were tied to a clock

You’re in a 1v1 and letting the opponent score

The world stopping and you feel it was all your fault

Looking at your team crying and knowing the trophy isn’t yours any more.

Halcyon is the opposite feeling in you body, while you tie your black and fine ribbon

A  skirt that is black as carbon and a shirt that is white as a peace pigeon

Rows of strange people waiting for you to sing.

Mean while I am scared, I feel that my world is shaking

One special and shiny light looks at us, specting to make us talk

NOISE...  one only voice, full of harmory and joy,

You reallize that you are part of this great act, you feel proud and you know that your work here is done and extrordinary.

Yellow joy

Blue for loyalty

Red for victory

Our peace is of we are from

No one is going to be a winner until we are here

Being the leaders

Being the kings

We can win

Representing families with dreams

The love of people is our security for keep going

That pinks and transparent pantyhose,

A tie leotard that is like snow,

The scary feeling of doing something bad,

That big an uncomfortable light ballet skirt that just

let you dance,

My hair and my makeup are done,

Just five minutes to do what you love,

And all the people are moving around,

the last minute to put on that painful point shoes that

let you fly,

All movement of the choreography hurts,

But you need to continue smiling.