Large and heavy the gates of the castles,Large too the gates in the monasteries..Old messages, coming from the ancestors,To keep alive the values of the “good”..
Gates of metal and wood, that divide two worlds,One small for the home, the other for the universe.The man inside does not want it, but he never says so,But stands between both worlds without happiness..
Smiling in both worlds, draped and dressed in pearls,He is inside, looks outside, curses the ancient world.He steps out the gate, appears joyful, and smiling,In both cases, wearing a mask, inside and out....
His chest of gold, his soul filled with straw,Ah, cursed world, old, savage, and harsh!
