Nothing belongs to us
Everything is loaned to us to use as we see fit.
Future generations will live in our house
and the bread we eat is kneaded with blood.
We appear gratuitously in the world
coming from a bottomless darkness.
Existence is a moment of light given to us
and one day we shall go, naked and solitary,
how should we speak then about exclusive rights?
How should we kill in the name of Yours and Mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances set aside for sober reflection. Really a poignant rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing Eduardo and do remain enriched.