29.10.03

we are innumerable
unknown

made of rebellion and struggles
we are innumerable
made of blood and fights
we are all those men without name
made of power and love
we are those who
from West to East
face the Sun squarely
and believe in the stars
we are all those who fall smiling
who die singing
ignored leaves of a tree
that falling vertically beautiful
will fecundate the roots
of other trees unborn
warm the soil
where red poppies will spring
to be gathered by smiling children
we are those who walk
with eyes wide open turned to the morning
songs in our lips

We are innumerable
unknown

Mário-Henrique Leiria

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