At the end of this journey in life they will remain
our bodies bloated to go
to death, to hatred, to the edge of the sea.
At the end of this journey in life there will be
our trail inviting us to live.
At least that's why I'm here.
We are prehistory that will have the future,
we are the remote annals of man.
These years are the past of heaven;
these years are certain agility
with which the sun draws you in the future,
they are the truth or the end, they are God.
We are the ones who can smile
in the midst of death, in full light.
At the end of this journey in life there will be
a cure of time and love,
a gauze that wraps an old pain.
At the end of this journey in life they will remain
our bodies lying in the sun
like white sheets after love.
At the end of the trip is the horizon,
At the end of the trip we will leave again,
At the end of the journey a path begins,
another good way to follow
barefoot counting the sand.
At the end of the trip, you and I are intact.
We are the ones who can smile
in the midst of death, in full light.
(1970)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)