They guide us…
through these uncertain paths,
of spikes and sharp stones,
that leave nothing but cruel footprint…

Constant examples,
of immersed experiences,
in constant challenges
of bitterness and gall…

Torches of life,
skinless shields…

They light us up…
on dark nights,
in bitter coastlines,
full of narrow thistles,
full of cold ripples…
Do not stop shining our lives,
do not abandon us in this vessel.

 
Dedicated to all those people who led our lives in the midst of the perfidious darkness.