The Riders of the Dawn
Absurd is,
Pretend to reveal these depths
That we are unable to protect
Of banality
…
It is then propitious to go inside,
Relaxed,
And rest, attentively,
On the pain caused by disloyalty.
…
When attentive resting has sweetened
Those bitter rigidities that,
From our puerility,
We had attributed to the adversity
…
Its fragance will attract irreversibly
At the vivacious attention,
Now trained to throw
Those accurate questions that know well
How to mortally wound the indignity
…
An undercover indignity
Intoxicated with pusillanimous tendencies,
Craftily dedicated to predation
… of every pureness.
It will be then,
When the forces are renewed,
The horses are saddled
And the warriors get ready
…
Those brave Riders of the Dawn,
That they have been able to understand
Than life is not more important
Than dignity
…
It’s, in that epic ride of twilight,
While the air perfumed
Caresses the face of the heroes,
When then the goddesses cry for joy,
In love with such nobility.
…
There, hope emerges again
Relentlessly,
Irrevocably.
.
Marsias Yana