You already thought it was lost
Under the dome of the temple
In whom you never though to believe
When from the impossible it arose timely
A configuration dressed of appointment
An example that can not be silenced
The voice of a man was heard in the middle of the air.
You knew that it wouldn’t be a shelter
That the verse comes and goes
Like seasons, days and nights
On time and in their own tide
And then the madness of asphyxia
A game dominated by danger
Heights becoming higher
And the depths that become deeper.
Intensity beats in the face
Making cracks in what was attained
Indicating clearly the limits
Between what is accepted and what is proposed.
Like one who thinks, not seeking perfection in his creations
But in the similarity, far from dedication
As a father who doesn’t defend his son in what he differs from him
But what joins him to his descendant for which he crossed the clouds
In the range of the predictable
Like a lord talking with the stones
The sense in front of its origin
Denial and affirms before acceptance.
The blood dripping on the points of the hated steel
To capture the ephemeral that ends appointing the eternal
Like a son who looks at his mother evadingly
While she silently observes, absorbing the time.
The implicit crossroads
And the leaps of sacrifice
For an explanation that stinks
For a person that even with his hands conveys questions.