Line of defense
It is not taught to cross the fear
Not before you have been through it
As many times as have been necessary
Up to make your skin an impenetrable shell.
And what remains within generates other inside
Rendering the armor
That explains it without justification.
Dark screams in poorly illuminated streets
Lions that roar their lack of jungle
Among little men condemned to a salary
Born from little women that adore their destiny.
Capable but reluctant in attempting to insert their nails
In something more than a narrow or broad back
As if the final purpose of all the affections
Have to be limited by law to a unique pile of bones.
The land where pity is cultivated
That will be distributed with unfairness
So that the innocent pays for his innocence
And the guilty pretends to delay a time that doesn’t exist.
Opposing thoughts in a moment always crucial
That surprises everybody sooner or later
With the legs still strong and thirsty
Or the heart almost putrid with so much ignominy
For knowing her you have been part
In a open or hidden way
It was rejected the acceptance of the burden
For the simple fear of the most pure loneliness
One who submit to every human being
The supreme right of ambition
To become a simple and precise instrument
From which the ineffable slides her intention
Clothed in a great space of spiral,
For some passage of color or light
More rigid than the first impression
Able to put her claws
Where the imagination of who accepts her
Can focus on what will become her first point of support.