And the birth of his sentence dictates His thick chains: condition of being />In my uneducated writing
In my unfaithful guitar
With so many scholars I was unable to understand
How I ignored the soul
How the being is buried
Because of so many wise men I did not know how to listen
That immense destiny
That ideal silence
Handling me... Despising me...
And living his sentence fulfills
His sacred laws: blessing of being
And dying imposes its revenge
His lying triumph: surrender of being
But the silence became a song
Man-destiny in verse
Solitude, night and song
Work, truth and horror
Torture, struggle and crying
Man in his immersed being

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