the great feat of our lives the ultimate goal of our destiny

it's a long arrow thrown into the void

seeing it with the eyes of a child

it stretches so fast it seems to never have an end

becomes immense when held with small fingers

the tip is buried in solid ground

like the force of the impetus of rebellions

that transform the arch into a giant one

to temper the strings believing that the arrow will reach infinity

muscles begin to enlarge like the subtle glow of the afternoon

a more sober look chooses the perfect measure

stretching the string accommodating it to the root where it all began

and when hitting the target

the sight of hope dawns when pointing the path

to other little hands

to point the arrow a little higher and stronger.