In many places, history passed.
You read Whitman, with sad style.
Your surroundings were already populating
of thirst the words you used this afternoon.
Then your tastes were already planned:
every old date has these arts.
That's why it's not uncommon for many not to understand,
Well, many of us knew about the same courses.
That's why it's not uncommon for nobody to dominate
the reins of all your worlds.
In many places, history passed.
Ancient Egypt already condemned us.
All conspired to repress us
and how the rains came the wars.
And time has cried behind the structures,
for nothing is saved from the perfect order.
In many places, history passed.
Already each word was a doubt
and choose the key of each consciousness.
And to you, so small and summary of the world,
everything had to burn when you saw
Moors on the shores of each word.
In many places, history passed.
The world was a vast sown of bones
and the vegetables one day grew
nourished by the vital juice of the bodies.
And I knew that debris washed down by land
You can fertilize your insides tomorrow.
(1968)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)