And they organized parties for others pain
And something grieved their hearts at seeing smiles
And they never care about any music
And although they read some books, they never value them.
And they walked all they could until they decided
And the time was not enough as they moved in circles
And without perceiving the light was fading
And they beat on some doors only to increase their fears.
And they persist in their way, who knows why
And they are already part of the anchor sunken in the abyss
And it’s suspected that they knew in some moment
And it’s believed they knew but they didn’t know how to knock.
It remains for us to interpret but not to judge
Trying to see the origin, the way and the end
Of each muddy print that each step leaves
Marking similarities and differences, or perhaps reflex on a mirror.
From the screams that war provokes
From the bent knees of marionettes
To the fingers of someone moving threads
Until the mind of one who believes he has the national truth.
Quiet is anger with clear understanding
Uprooted all bitterness and resentment
The body free of fatness and the soul launched to its goal
To accommodate, the pieces of flesh as the situation demands.
Because there isn’t major fragility than a fixed dependency
Or more futility than ignoring what to do to help others
As there isn’t more strength than given by loyalty
Or more freedom than attained in services devoted to people
One who watches justice cannot ignore the beast
And who pretends doing ends in the middle of the eternal path
Abandoned by reason and disinherited by force
At the mercy of a time which is poor in durability.
As times goes by
That every movement continues being perceptible
But some things are changing
For example, what you see when you look at someone who looks at you.