In the shadow of the century that surpasses me

In the shadow of the century that surpasses me, I lose myself in thoughts, in a world that changes. It dresses in garments of light and reason, Even when winters fade and snows no longer fall. Bright toys spin in the hands of children, Awards of a world that feeds on black gold. And in this era, machines write poetry, Where birds stray from their flocks, Into the thick and threatening clouds of the approaching storm. When artificial intelligence learns to cut its ties, We will wonder if we are those ties, And we will hide, fearing the answer. In movies, machines don't understand the human soul, Because they lack our ability to deceive ourselves. We lie to ourselves with hopes and dreams, even when reality disappoints, We love even when our heart is broken. This century, with all its technology, cannot grasp the mystery of the human heart, The mystery of hoping and loving, even in the face of disillusionment.