GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 1 © 2007

It was on the thirtieth day,

The scriptures rewritten,

Blood transformed into ink,

By the hands of the Jesuits.

From your womb I emerged, the last,

In exasperation, you cried out,

For the cursed hour, the first,

To fall in the struggle you created.

Unknown reasons for living,

A different way of growing,

Your eternal child, reading,

The poem that made you be.

With a single lament,

To have loved you in silence,

In a deep and contained love,

That never ended or was lost in time.

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