Lives
Ah how ill at ease sometimes
I feel you are
with me, victor among men!
Because you do not know
that with me were victorious
thousand of faces that you can not see,
thousands of feet and hearts that marched with me,
that I am not,
that I do not exist,
that I am only the front of those who go with me,
that I am stronger
because I bear in me
not my little life
but all the lives,
and I walk steadily forward
because I have a thousand eyes,
I strike with the weight of a rock
because I have a thousand hands
and my voice is heard on the shores
of all the lands
because it is the voice of all
those who did not speak,
of those who did not sing
and who sing today with this mouth
that kisses you.
© Pablo Neruda (uit: The Captain’s Verses, vertaal deur Dondald D. Walsh)
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