A SHIP FULL OF HOPE
Tell me, friend,
Did you see a pigeon fly over this lake
With an olive branch in its neb?
Has our ark anchored in the place
Where humanity will be reborn?
Neither, my friend,
Did such a pigeon fly over,
Nor, has our bark anchored
In the hill of the new start.
But, this sturdy ship does boldly go on
Shredding the waves of rainwater,
Knowing it soon to be soaked up by soil,
And by the Sun in vapour boiled.