If you only stop to look back
Perhaps you could observe with clarity
The acts of light and those of darkness
Marking the old way in equal levels.
Be alert then, good stranger
That you would believe you walked a lot
That in a few spaces you have not been
Sowing what will be reaped
But, keep in mind that only at harvesting
Will think one who wasted his yearnings
For having buried them under ground
And not under water as lures
The possibility of all his anguishes
Since he forgot to watch on heaven.