Con Truenos Hay Que Hablar - Cultura Profética

Me encuentro con mi alma entre los libros del ayer

De los virtuosos, estudiosos de su ser y miro las palabras que pintan en el

cielo

Mi incertidumbre, mi padecer.

Con truenos hay que hablar

A los sentidos dormidos hay que hablar

Así habló Zaratustra

Quien con pocas palabras acertó en lo que mi mente tanto busca

Busca mi mente alguna musa mi espíritu quiere gritar para expresar

Para constatar lo que la fuerza bruta lleva y trae.

Hay quien se siente

orgulloso de su puñado de justicia y a causa de ella mata

Castiga de tal manera que el mundo se pierde en su injusticia

Y que desagradable le sale de la boca la palabra justicia, si cuando dicen: «yo soy justo», me suena igual que «fui vengado»

Con truenos hay que hablar

A los sentidos dormidos hay que hablar

I find my soul among the books of yesterday

Of the virtuous, scholars of their being and I look at the words they paint on the

heaven

My uncertainty, my suffering.

With thunder you have to speak

To the sleeping senses we must speak

Thus spoke Zarathustra

Who with few words was right in what my mind is looking for so much

Search my mind for some muse my spirit wants to scream to express

To verify what brute force brings and brings.

There are those who feel

proud of his handful of justice of him and because of it he kills

He punishes in such a way that the world is lost in his injustice

And how unpleasant the word justice comes out of your mouth, if when they say: "I am just", it sounds to me like "I was avenged"

With thunder you have to speak

To the sleeping senses we must speak