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Nobody Sees Us b y Humberto Ak’abal The flame of our blood burns, inextinguishable despite the wind of the centuries. Quiet, I sing out of breath, misery with soul, sadness cornered. Oh, I want to cry out! The lands which they leave us are the mountainsides, the slopes: the rainfalls wash them away little by little and drag them down to the plains which don’t belong to us anymore. Here we are standing at the road’s edge with our gaze broken by a tear… And nobody sees us. Paraphrase - Our fire blood is inextinguishable despite the wind of the centries, and I sing, but I have no breath I'm sad, concerned they left us at the slope of the mountainside. Rainfall washes them away, and drag them across the plains to the land which was once ours leaving us at the edge broken in tears but nobody sees us. Author/poet - The poet Humberto Ak’abal is a Guatemalan poet who has died this year. He writes his poems in his native language "K'iche" and in Span...