THE CAUSE OF FAILURE

In the disheartened moments of doubt,
I ask myself whether I was the cause of failure,
I blame my mistakes, my immature age,
and wish I could begin again what has already ended.

I slowly revisit the hours of my life,
I search through the old archives of memory,
events crowd together, the heart stirs,
and I cannot find within myself the source of that fatal defeat.

I examine the surroundings, the shifting atmosphere
that defines eras through deeply marked customs,
I observe the trends, the prevailing practices,
and there I find the key to human behavior.

Those tendencies have been stronger than my struggle,
their means more powerful than my voice, silenced
by the clamorous masses who, intoxicated by evil, seek
to delight unconsciously in matter without soul.

Deceptive cities with worldly artifice
separate the spirit from nature,
covering it with asphalt, cement, and granite,
and disguising the true reason for existence.

Minds dulled by sterile concepts,
devoid of ideals, sunk in passivity,
buccaneers of the mire, captives of pleasure,
with music that is the vertigo of carnal desire.

It is sorrowful to see the young spiritually dead, stripped of courage!
It is sorrowful to see their eyes blind to hope!
We must sow miraculous seeds
of eternal paradise, the nursery of love.

Yet I still shelter an ember of emotion and trust,
for faith and charity continue to blossom;
there are young people who pray, who embrace the word
of sublime lips, messengers of peace.

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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