the great marvels of life strokes of people who gave their lives dreaming of them

working them every morning until nightfall

with the sun on the forehead and the rain on the back

they were the reward for their soul

for the thick light of truth

it may be stuck in the gloom

in the labyrinth of uncertainty

but one step frees, magnifies and strengthens

it is the step with the head held high

with defiant gaze looking to the east

with strong and flexible muscles

ready for the next move

with the intact dignity of the warrior who rises

from the ashes of defeat

with the force of a fire that burns in the heart