UNDER THE HOURS

In my memory, the past do not break my future or my present,
The birds fly under of the hours and the fire believe a new eternity
Where the children sing and dancing with psalms
While the man work in a different empire with clean rivers,
Glory of sun, noting fear, change minds, wars died for Jesus Christ
More beyond of the desert and no come updone.

The ocean and eclipse listen the tomorrow
And their lives dreams the God.
I was with them for dancing in the sand
For the next resurrection.