In the beginning God
created light... and shadows.
God said, let there be
light
And there was light.
And he saw that it was
good.
But the shadow was still
there.
So he created man,
trusting the sword of tears
to kill the shadow.
Men will arrive without
tears…
But today the tear is my
sword.
Defeated, I have fallen a
thousand times on the ground,
But I have always lifted
myself up, supported by the hilt of my sword.
And the mystery is there,
So that I can tear your
straitjacket with my tears.
Crying doesn’t humiliate
me.
I can justify my pride:
the world has never moved,
nor moves now, without my
tears.
There's nothing bigger in
the world than my tears,
that oil that leaves my
body
and pours into the grave,
passing through the
milling stones
of the sun and the night.
God has relied upon my
tears since the eve of Genesis.
And there they go
running, running,
Shouting
And howling
from the day life began
behind the sun.
Light…
when my tears reach you,
the function of my eyes
won’t be to cry
but to see.
From Ganarás la luz
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