On the side of the unsuspecting
I am
Who stare at the high battlements of the castles
And while they see the enemy lurking,
back
from the thick clumps of trees
they look up
and stare at the beauty of the sky
in the majesty of its heavy immensity.
That's life.
It has its own legality.
While the wind blows
Others build shelters
And others are raising windmills...
On the side of the unsuspecting
I am
I rest on the pillow of the defenseless
Who walk in the rain without an umbrella
Because it has been established in their souls for years
-years now...where can I remember-
a small but powerful lightning rod,
with him, Cervantes' hero
and the wings of heavy windmills
who look like huge giants
at the time of fog,
the moments of shadows
On the side of the unsuspecting
I am
who spread love endlessly
ignoring the witches,
defying the soothsayers
and hold in the soul with tenderness
the shells of blue gods
On the side of the unsuspecting
I stay
Why do they dare to raise the banners?
when others are sending flags
and never in their lives have they bowed down
in ominous predictions of omens
To the unsuspecting
I bend the knee.
why do they remain standing
and guard Thermopylae proudly
and let them see the Medes hidden
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
who baptizes with virgin oil
the soul, as if it had lost its way.
With the unsuspecting,
those who are permanently in love,
the irritatingly clean ones
the wounded dignified
and youthfully innocent
I AM and
I STAY
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