From grandiose reflex of a heroic death
Sprouts a magnificent life;
From the ruins born the will
To return ad infinitum.
But there is nothing so able
To raise the hearts,
As the death of a man in struggle
Against the invincible power of destiny.
This is the supreme tragedy
Of all the times;
Thus back to be fecund
What seemed sterile.
The inutile sacrifice
Is a vibrant call to the mankind,
An exhortation that drives
To the inaccessibleness of all the energies.
So it is like this
The supreme tragedy of all the times
Text by J. Held – 2007 |
