The house of everybody
Summit and pedestal for political
that yesterday they called to the bitterness and the blood
Others changed the words
and today they return with the same one that hate,
that that frightened the doves.
They were everywhere,
mainly to the foot of this stairway.
But the speeches, the screens
and the applause to rhythm of trenches
They invoked the storm.
Today the laughs sprout every day
Alone is the Almaden Mater,
quiet, attentive, in calm,
with their arms opened up
for the one that believes to see...
and can not see.