Destino Del Canto (poema)

Nothing is superior to the destiny of the song.
No force will crush your dreams,
Because they feed on their own light.
They feed on their own passion.
They are reborn every day, to be.
Yes, the earth points to its chosen ones.
The soul of the earth, like a shadow, follows the beings
Indicated to translate it into hope, into sorrow,
Into loneliness.
If you are the chosen one, if you have felt the earth's call,
If you understand its shadow, a tremendous responsibility awaits you.
Adversity may pursue you,
Physical ailments may afflict you,
The environment may impoverish you, the world may be unfamiliar to you,
Others may mock and deny you,
But it is useless, nothing will extinguish the flame of your torch,
Because it is not only yours.
It belongs to the earth, which has pointed you out.
And it has marked you for your sacrifice, not for your vanity.
The light that illuminates the artist's heart
Is a miraculous lamp that the people use
To find beauty on the path,
Loneliness, fear, love, and death.
If you do not believe in your people, if you do not love, hope,
Suffer, or rejoice with your people,
You will never be able to translate them.
You may write your drama of a solitary man,
Alone without loneliness...
You may sing your loss far from the flock, but your cry
Will be a cry only yours, that no one will understand anymore.
Yes, the earth points to its chosen ones.
And when the end comes, they will have their reward, no one will name them,
They will be the