First Pain
During the first night of resurrection, we decided
to shed our blood and mix it with His kinship.
When we neared the dark forest, we remembered
the forbidden room where the wax dripped onto
the ravaged tablecloth onto which the candle spread
like the unrepeated call of our hero who chose us
because we yearned for knowledge, and we chose
to become the reason and the path for Übermensch
when we arranged our sundown, even when our eyes
were glued onto the faded curtain, which waited
for dawn to light the forbidden room where we felt
the first wonderment of youth.
Libros Libertad 