In the melodic airs, or in the depressed spansWords move, articulating the sounds!And in the waves of living, we are not happy!We only adorn ourselves with happiness
Creating forces where wisdom livesFalling in love with the pulsating free artThat runs through the silent veinsFrom the vibrant emotions that come outFrom the radiant dreams of light,Activating the loving forcesWho live in the clamoring lifeFrom the ego of hearts ...
Loving, dreaming, believing,Let's play pretending ...Until we fantasize about colors and sounds,Feeling the heart beat and, pulsating,Believe that love really exists!Love and happiness is the verb in action,In movements where wordsIf they made flesh by the Word,And the flesh is us!We are the Word in action,The words are us,And love and happiness isThe search for our reason
Violence is severe, dirty and blind bladeInconsistent hurting without justificationThe Word and the beauties of his actions,By provoking in us anger and painBy their contrary movements!
Violence massacres, punishes and hurtsThe suffering pulsar of heartsOf the misfits,From the restless parents,Of the oppressed mothers!
From the depressed nations,Of restricted freedomsBy warlike neighborhoodsWhere all the clashes are:Religious, political, ethnic and moral!Behavioral, as well as all otherEven the normal, even the natural ones!Making it be life,Justified more and more,By banal acts.