Your determined face
conceals numerous pages,
a profound well
which we put a pail into for stories,
for path to move onwards.
Agony has made it
a glorious inscription to read.
Defeat is no defeat,
no final judgement
so long your horse stands firm with dreams
in the battlefield,
so long you burn yourself
in the burning brazier of life.

Dwarfs laugh.
Your silent weeping
overwhelms the meaningless chorus around.

Silent tears are of such greatness,
I could not know unless
I i saw you
fighting against the hungry sharks,
Santiago, the eternal ego of my soul...