Walk,
my sister,
lift up your head
and look at the horizon.
spring is here
even though the sun
has not come out.
Our powerless
tears
will fertilize the hope,
break now your silence
and strengthen your trust.
One to one
one with one
and another one,
keep always in mind
that we will always be more.
Together our hands
will produce heat
and light the flame
of our burning uproar.
Walk,
my sister,
don't keep me waiting
because in the middle of our journey
we will all be able to shout:
Don't be afraid,
dawn is drawing near.
Walk, my sister,
and do not forget to take with you
the seeds that one day
many others will sow
to create with happiness
a new humanity.
Osmundo Ponce
