Being very different from others
In the most energetic expectations
Never yielding them magic words
Letting them be, mastering the ways,
Like one who controls, in a long thread
If not its extremes, what it hides
Knowing that what others discern
Is not his message but his style.
Sometimes singing to time at a distance
Other times, walking with someone invisible
And although not always being perceivable,
Far from repressive, in his acts
Is perceived a great indivisible trace
When marching confidently through the time.