A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
The shadow walks lost,
Sometimes behind, sometimes ahead,
And does not know to which body it belonged,
A figurative stone of strange people.
Yet, it also passes by,
Reflecting thus the four positions,
Different souls who, in their quiet way,
Do not refer among themselves the best suggestions.
They could well intervene in the decision,
And avoid the doubt that settles into fear,
But the slow steps of high punishment, no,
Do not allow the ice of the middle to be broken.
They do not know their true position,
Despite traversing them entirely,
The axis or the circle, here is the confusion,
That leaves them adrift, without a clear direction.
And so, the shadow wanders uncertain,
Not knowing where to settle, where to stop,
Like a soul that seeks but does not awaken,
In the labyrinth of itself, trying to find itself.
Between the axis and the circle, lost,
Not knowing whether to move forward or return,
The shadow persists, not understood,
In an eternal cycle, always hesitating.