Cross - Cruz
Cross The cross of every day sinks into the earth and takes roots that reach the other side of the world. And wherever they pass, they make the stones and the earth bleed. And the thick blood, which flows infinitely, is the sap that feeds the love that grows. She knows she is the womb of the world, the seed of the origin of everything and she is proud of her duty. And at the end of the day, when the stars take over the night, the cross watches over the dream of what is real and what is thought, what is felt and what is to come. And at the cross, when the sky groans for help, multicolored aquamarines sprout that heal their wounds. So, that deep black becomes a light that illuminates hearts. Black hearts, sad, in love. And for an instant, everything transforms and becomes good. Cruz La cruz de todos los días se hunde en la tierra y echa raíces que llegan al otro lado del mundo. Y por donde pasan, hacen que sangren las piedras y la tierra. Y la sangre espesa, que bro...