REBIRTH FROM ASHES
Poem for the Special Issue of ABC
(Madrid, Spain September 2002)
Rebirth from the ashes with the inspiration of a photograph by
Corina Arranz, New York, one year after September 11, 2001
My God the world has changed, there are things
now that didn't exist before, including strife among men.
They have been careless; it's unbelievable: after so many
years of building a civilization, there is hunger and
degradation, still, throughout the world. And there is
chaos. Where can I go when around me all I find is an
emptiness that I fear to drown in? I am searching for
places, dreaming of landscapes, tracing and retracing
countless roads, like a soul in prison, in the end I find ...
nothing! There's a wall of steel in front of me, a mountain
of silence that rings in my ears, and a riverbed, dry
like all that surrounds me, dragging me in its current,
and I am afraid of drowning…
Even Nature has changed, the waters are agitated,
the lakes, so peaceful once, have now become something
odd, and the sea is inhospitable to the animals that live
in it. People come together…United then, we shall hope:
what brought us to where we are now will also bring us
to a better world. I hear the voice of a wise man saying:
"Do not despair, don't look at the smoke in the air, don't
listen to a whisper in the wind, look within yourself, and
you will learn to love the cities. Each of them contains a
multitude of souls, and each of them is different. Yours
will meet others like yours."
I remember the solace of two arms joining together...
they were there for a reason, each of them supporting the
other: they are building the city and restoring the meaning
of our civilization. Men and women walking together,
laboring in their garden of roses.