The new time brings new crosses
and it turns out to be hard new time;
time of certainties, like lights
who are naming the sun from the dark.
The new time demands its nourishment
with less smoke on our streets,
homosexuals by the sky
and happy whales in their valleys.
The new time is simulated encueros
painting the skin on the dress.
The new time is not a new time:
It's just time, old man.
The new time waits for songs
that illuminate and inflame from below,
but there is no more
bonfire in the reasons
than the old work luminary.
Again a time
new challenges gods
and maybe he survives his cynicism,
whenever not
end up in the atrocious
and bitter seasons of selfishness.
The new time plants your right
human and natural
against the absurd
and me, with little voice, but chest,
I sing because
right be more left-handed.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)