To Poetry

I welcome you poetry
grateful because meeting you today
(in life and in books)
you don't exist merely for the dazzling
great adornment of melancholy.

Moreover you can improve me today
by helping me serve in
this long and difficult struggle of our people

Now you are in you element:
no longer the splendid alternative
that divided me from my own place

And you keep on being beautiful
comrade poetry
among beautiful real arms burning under the sun
between my hands and upon my shoulder

You keep burning close
to my heart, which has never betrayed you
in the cities and mountains of my land
a land that lifts itself
from smallness and oblivion
to finalize its old pre-history
of grief and blood.