One day is exalted beyond hope,
The names of the firmament are hidden;
Then we choose to expose them on a creature,
This same creation from God, who delves
Into mathematics and learning: his name is Man.
As far as life exists, this creature spins its tail
And makes a shape for himself in ways of death.
Much bigger is the tale he wishes for the other women
Who congratulate him fiercely from the fights.
A more plentiful treasure awaits the execution
Of love and hate, the basic natures of those who say.
To say is to feel, and to feel may be wise in front
Of afflictions, these depressing notions and beliefs.
One day we spark the light
And darkness ensues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem