A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
In poetry, eternal youth,
In its form of art and beauty,
Even if it carries some unease,
It conveys to the world a sweet sadness.
It never ceases to be optimistic,
Despite its demanding necessity,
It stands firm, like a skilled artist,
In search of the salvation of all humanity.
And in the end, with standard in hand,
On the podium of its castle, lofty and serene,
In the freedom achieved, its mark,
Unshackled, made a symbol of the earthly realm.
With verses that echo beyond time,
Poetry, guardian of truth and love,
Celebrates life in every moment,
And in its essence, triumphs without fear.