We. How can we claim that we are lonely?
We raise their skirts, we grow among the wild flowers
We are taking the climb of mountains and trees
We make windows, and raise brick walls, and
Slide on wooden floors
We are sustained by our laughter and whistling
On those threatening days
Until this day
Not thinking that we end, or that days fold up
And lay hidden in the cabinets of silence
This cup
How can this be empty? How can life diminish?
We fill this up, we make it overflow its brim.
We make life the way we must.
We are strong and determined.
We believe in ourselves.
We believe in the force within us.
With God, who can be against us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem