Joyful Destiny Tote Bag

Joyful destiny They have abandoned us in the middle of the road. In the light we were blind. We are birds of passage, high summer clouds, eternal vagabonds. Bad people who pass singing through the fields. Although the road is rough and the times are hard, We sing with our soul. And there is not a single man May he understand the living reason for our song. We live and die deaths and lives of others. The dead weigh heavily on our backs. His deep cry asks us to die a little, how they all died, that we live fast, burning madly the life they didn't live. Furious rivers, murky rivers, fast rivers, (But no one measures our depth, only our narrowness.) We bite the shores, we tear down the bridges. They say we are blind. But we live. Our waters carry the essence of the deaths and lives of the living and the dead. You see if it is very happy to know for sure that we were born for this. Jose Hierro From "Land without us" 1947