Plowing the fields and producing wheat, oats and beans;
rising sheep, cows and pigs;
rising and spreading children and instilling in them
those dreams we were not able to turn into reality.
Throwing rails, roads, bridges and ports,
cities, skyscrapers, churches and cathedrals,
always leaving fences and borders;
creating worlds only ours,
incapable and fearful to cohabit the one
that has been given to us in full.
Boasting and toasting on life’s daily feast,
trying to write our history which has begun
in that sixth day of the divine journey of creation.
They who will read this history will know it was lived
without the power and glory of our creator,
but with love, endearment and determination,
struggling to move forward hard and harsh wheels of time.