We founded churches, schools, hospitals,
we created priests, teachers and physicians;
some of us we acclaimed kings and judges,
some others, beggars and prisoners.
We care of our children instilling in them
those dreams we were not able to fulfill.
We have changed our course many times,
both on the road and on our minds,
so little different of those primitive hordes,
turning to the wind like one ship of old sailors.
We have never had even that natural gift of birds,
who know by birth their journeys and returns
by each season of their lives.
Saints and sinners, side by side, we write our history,
which someday it will be read and they will know that,
if we lacked wit and sapience,
it never lacked plenty of love.
A love full of disappointments, but blended with the joy
of alone colonizing a planet given to unknown ancestors,
what, despite life’s scars, has been always handed
to welcome and hopeful new generations.