GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008
Do not speak to me of love, the universe groans in silence,
Holding all its pain, for one day to throw,
To hit once and for all those who created and undid it,
So that they too may feel in their chest, the piercing without hesitation.
It is not enough to vociferate in the manner of a prayer,
Here fall the dreams of an entire nation,
In the timbre of a tired melody,
The same old ditty, without any alteration.
The last century could never have imagined,
The lack of communication, the selfishness, the cold
Reason that a lightning bolt should break and scatter for someone,
For a beam of light is needed, in this beyond.
On this blind planet, that walks on crutches,
Embarrassed, by the difficulty of an embrace.
Love is a lost word, in a distant echo,
And humanity, without direction, stumbles along.