They were amazing who persevered
they found different paths
they believed in the existence of life
they could not deceive they the concept
of heaven after death
they did not dream of any beauty or any angel
they did not trust everything being skeptical
proved to their benefit
new discoveries always awaited them
they with their feet on the ground
contemplated the magnetism
of the body were not enamored
by the flow of the winds
new skies held them on their heads
and we carried them on our heads started moving!
To follow in someone's footsteps
is to lose one's own footprints
An oath to not be extinct
passed down to us by generations past
and they have covered it up with confidence
We believe they haven't died, they've only covered it up the inhabitants of the other world were once a subject of curiosity
now the stories they shared have become stagnant
this very inertia is the stamp on every nation!
If only every time
it were better to believe in some knowledge
think around the Earth
and discover how the Earth keeps the sky from falling ever doubting its gravity
Steps toward self-evident
we would have already moved saying loudly
If I succeed! then doubt me!
Isn't it a bad idea to imagine being new?
