LAST CYCLE © 2008
In life, everything has become distorted, like marketing and business,
Even education, in a clamor, has turned into an ardent vice.
What matters of it is the teaching, fragile and exposed,
For little more remains than a weary effort.
The effort of a child, in a modest space,
Where knowledge should be the most manifest good.
But amidst empty rhetoric, learning is lost,
In a mad race, that the soul does not heat.
The room is small, the mind wants to soar,
But education, in echoes, seems to be exhausted.
What was a path is now shadow and lament,
In a world that sells dreams without foundation.