Golpes Secos

I anxiously scan the already spilled, foolish lines...
The reality is much harsher than a line;
Impossible to record a picture
Impossible not to look...

The crying, and the anger are no longer just a cause
but each tear
is conceived within my people,
today absent...

Violence permeates all areas
and it doesn't come from afar; I can follow its trail
and the spilled blood marks the way
Hard hits, from top to bottom
are the fools, the hated ones
the guilty ones of this forgetfulness
and of this endless saga
that is the suffering of the peoples...

Where to?
Until when?

The dark night between my eyes
and the saddest feeling
of seeing the walls that pierce
our lives, today...