La Leyenda Del Tiempo

The dream rides on time
Floating like a sailboat
No one can plant seeds
In the heart of the dream.

Time rides on the dream
Sunk deep to the roots
Yesterday and tomorrow feast
On dark flowers of mourning.

On the same column
Dream and time embrace
Crosses the child's wail
The old man's broken tongue.

And if the dream pretends walls
In the plain of time
Time makes it believe
That it’s born in that moment.