Jo Vinc D'un Silenci

I come from a silence
ancient and very long
of people rising
from the depths of the centuries
of people they call
subaltern classes,
I come from a silence
ancient and very long.

I come from the squares
and the streets full
of children playing
and old people waiting,
while men and women
are working
in small workshops,
at home or in the fields.

I come from a silence
that is not resigned,
where the orchard begins
and the dry land ends,
of effort and blasphemy
because everything goes wrong:
who loses their origins
loses identity.

I come from a silence
ancient and very long,
of people without mystics
or great captains,
who live and die
in anonymity,
who in solemn phrases
have never believed.

I come from a struggle
that is silent and constant,
I come from a silence
that will break the people
who now want to be free
and love life,
who demand the things
that have been denied to them.

I come from a silence
ancient and very long,
I come from a silence
that is not resigned,
I come from a silence
that the people will break,
I come from a struggle
that is silent and constant.