Poetry is the matrix of the connecting spiritual link of man and Plasti-Plasis.
Great soul, exquisite spirit, great body!
You first taught beauty, harmony, humanity, the divine.
The high values of peace and brotherhood.
In the First Line of greatness.
But betrayed by human "gods" and jealous leaders,
you were conquered by barbarians and your children became beggars.
It was, then, a sacrifice to the God of love,
of your holy mission quintessence?
Yet, sorely injured and afflicted, you endured and recovered.
You were crucified, but you were resurrected and redeemed.
But again they hurt you with divisions and civil strife,
and you continued your course with pains and sighs.
While "jealousy and envy became a murderer"
and time and pain flowed torturously.
They tried to sell you to international slave markets, a prostitute, a beggar,
and you were waiting for a helping hand, some precious "manna" from heaven.
In the end, you endured, you resisted, you fought, you didn't give in.
You did not betray your faith, history and ideals.
And you climbed the ladder from evil,
to find your wings again, your first big ones".
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