Below is one of the contest entries.
An Armed scream This claw, anchor, hooks, stones. I feigned the crying; the lost bullet, the laugh of his wounds. in his favorite place he does not see the shore and self-centered is the Bible the time for the excuses does not exist. God does not exist, without being capable of observing the day. cruel and without truce, that one snatches the life he predicts the agony, of the convicted man, trampled by his ideology. Beautiful is the ground, and this one suffers across the wire, of a rainbow of hawthorn, in his biggest absences. And I, requesting not to observe the undecided day, of the inflamed fire, I request the reservation of our existence. It will be necessary to tear the skin carefully today there is no starred sky this is the God's sign more and more distant brotherhood and herd. Ash, which of gray color this tiñendo the asphalt, last urgency grass or stone an armed scream white silk his hands. Atrocious worm with armed disguise if you advance slowly to his step; and the allegiance swears to him, as his sacred God, you will lick the wounds and with wine of the ground we will eat the thunderstorms of the frozen blast. To protect our fortune, this is our agreement, there is no liquidated allegiance, our contract is sealed from the hungry times to the thirsty rancor without good roast. when the eyes were centellos, of lamentations and wounds; of the foreign perversity
— Pamela Janet Rodríguez Piminchumo
All Poems Submitted to the Contest