Letter scattering

I saw those letters

Scattered in oblivion

On that wall

Passing through the coldness of death

Penetrating the folds of sorrow inside me

And confusing me with their presence

And the summit was climbed by brave revolutionaries

In their eyes is a determination that swallows the experience of the orbit

And the orchestra player is there behind the walls

Playing melodies on an instrument without strings

They appear to us in the orbit of the moons

My words are scattered like the rhymes of poems

Strung by a rotating thread

The strength of my determination is different

From what fate has pictured for me

And the lights made me

Where the moonbeams spread

I do not run with the winds

To have fun with the birds

Because I am free and among the free

I do not allow my captivity even if the harms increase

Nor my coercion even if the poems increase, they end around me

The leaves of the trees that stand alone in confusion

Do you think they knew that my heart has secrets?

And the dream wanders here, far from thoughts

And calls in the pages of history

Leaves us to take revenge and makes us blush

With the coldness of my heart in choosing

I don't know what caused this siege

That made us change that course

And the heart runs with the current

Swept away by the waves and left in the seas

Alone, stretched out in the siege ships without choice.