I
at dawn
in the serenity that points
its enigmas pulsating with joy;
when the reefs of sleep
were left behind,
the wind in its tireless task,
between the zigzagging uncertainty
of our chores and desires,
warns again and again
the absence that questions us
and challenges.
II
That movement of yours,
its permanent instability,
the spell of her fertility,
the pronunciation of your step
of breeze and storm;
the dilated pain
when reason blinds
and set the words on fire
and spreads his hoot
tears certainties
and break chains,
until I return
to his meticulous silence
that credits the inner look,
attentive
by reaffirming the amazement.
III
It is faith,
the survival instinct,
the breath of the human being himself
in its dance with time.
IV
When arms come together,
joined hands point
towards the heavens,
stretching
the roots
of the earth;
the same blood
of the rivers of the body;
until you know
the sword of the heart
in the middle of the war:
V
This cool wind
It is inner peace.
Slit
The ideology of a government, is it the country, is it the nation, the Republic?
What is the experience of history, and in a democratic regime, what implications does it have for the exercise of power that is temporary; That is, it usually changes over time, through its political processes, some of which are electoral.
Mexico is not an island, it is a territorial bridge between south and north, east and west, native peoples, mestizo, creole, and indigenous societies, whose northern border borders the multiracial Anglo-Saxon empire. Mexico, civilizational bridge or crucifixion? The choice of its history is in its present, in the understanding of the depth of civilization that the current situation implies. The responsibility of the government is all and that of the citizens as well, although it has been forgotten or repressed by the hinge of fear and violence.
That colloquial metaphysical kindness, hugs not bullets, led to authorization to multiply crime. If the government fails to forcefully express its divorce from it, civil war will be inevitable (it is already present on a low scale in the high-sounding speeches of the political atmosphere and its networks) because the contained fury cracks hope and justice sooner or later finds its own way.
You have the character, you need to embody the word, without further isolating yourself, being chained to the obstinacy of an outdated inheritance.
The country cannot continue doubting the course to choose, it is not about voting, but about life itself, the survival of a Nation, its possibilities and dignity.