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In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable
In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable, Deeper than the caves where forebears painted bison and dreams with blood and burning charcoal, While the instinct of survival dances through our cells like a shaman drunk on life. We are the children of a magnificent illusion weaving its web over wounds and disasters, Bearing in our chromosomes forced smiles and blind hopes stronger than any philosophy of despair, While our blood sings hymns of the future even when the present collapses. Our flesh refuses to accept the final darkness, like a flower that always turns its face to the sun, Even when we feed on our brother, we dream of hanging gardens and cities of crystal, For optimism is a sublime parasite that colonized our brain before we learned to think. Philosophers may write treatises on the vanity of existence with black ink and heavy thoughts, But our limbs dance to the rhythm of an ancestral music that proclaims eternal life, While in our veins flows a river of light older than the first star that exploded into the night. We are prisoners of a primitive hope that sculpted us from clay and fire, Stronger than any logic, deeper than any reason, And perhaps that makes us more than we are, even when we are less than we believe.
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