La nueva escuela

This is the new school,
this is the new house:
new house and school
like a cradle of a new race.
These are its gardens;
these, its seedbeds
made with cobblestones
of shame, stone, and star.

These, the ones who inhabit
the places raised by the blow
of blood and hammer,
more than living, we swear
by dreams, by the hands
that for this building without an owner
were made to ache.

These, who continue
under the shadow more than warlike
of that seed,
we see in these walls
a prelude of the future
that the dreams of the hard years
saved from yesterday.

This is the new school,
this is the new house:
new house and school
like a cradle of a new race.

These are its gardens;
these, its seedbeds
made with cobblestones
of shame, stone, and star.