Hoy derramé lágrimas
no de dolor ni pena.
Fueron pesadas y lentas.
Llenaron mis ojos para luego abandonarlos
recorriendo mis mejillas hacia el sur
para encontrarse con una sonrisa
nacida en un corazón conmovido.
Hoy derramé lágrimas
que surcaban la fértil tierra
de mi rostro sediento.
Lo acariciaron, le devolvieron su aliento.
Terminaron acurrucadas en los brazos de mi alma.
Y florecieron en mi pecho.
The challenge before me,
To speak or not to speak?
For if I speak I assert my being,
I claim my territory
And sneer at the non-beings.
Cogito ergo sum!
Now, is that really of my being the total sum?
My thoughts translated into words?
If I speak, yes, it’s true.
Being—Word!
Yet, I can’t vouch for others hearing.
For hearing is not proof of being,
But action.
And silence in this noisy world of ours
Is solemn action.
Therefore to not speak shall be my plight,
To not have a name or face my cross,
To move and incarnate the Truth my sword.
Faceless, nameless...
No one.
