Leyenda

At dawn
some eyes were from the darkness
and fled towards the shadows of yesterday
with a handful of seeds to sow,
with a handful of promises to grow
and love.

But the sun came out
and rose above the earth more and more,
drying the nocturnal cold, giving warmth,
rejoicing the world with its generosity,
urging the wind a powerful heart
to love.

And its light rose
jumping over the mountains, crossing the sea,
watering the world with its warm truth,
its warm reason,
spreading clarity like a season.

The sun was beautiful
rising above the world more and more
with its banishment of snow, its song,
its nursery in joyful awakening,
upright to the wind the powerful heart
to love.

And its light reached
the dark kingdom, the towers of yesterday
and the stolen seed of its love
felt reborn
at the touch of its warmth and its work.

Then in the end,
at the hour when sunset was supposed to be,
they felt that the light remained in their breath
like a blood of the atmosphere, a power,
an eternal pact with the solar clarity,
with the solar clarity,
with being.