In her heart there is still space
For a gesture and for something more
Extending from the furnace the heat
Advancing calmly, never slowly.
Life can still endure
Even though the ground trembles threateningly
Even though they feel pincers on their necks
Of all the hours lost by the others.
Ignoring the original ancient beginning
Not being able to see the last end
And anyway capturing the spiral
To one who aspires with a fatal sight
While passing his hands on the wheat field
Protected by rules that governs it.