Time flies, runs away; The City is waving And me, I stay here, Planted on the ground, amazed, I'm waiting for the traveller who won't come back....

Today is today. Tomorrow has arrived
prepared through much darkness:
still we don't know if this newly
inaugurated world is bright;
let us brighten it,
let us darken it till it is golden
and burnt like hardened grains of corn:
that each one,
the newborns,
the survivors,
the blind,
the mute,
the maimed and crippled,
may see and may speak,
that they may survive and wander freely,
that they may seize hold of the future fruit
born of the present kingdom that we leave open
as much to the explorer as to the queen,
as much to the inquisitive cosmonaut
as to the traditional farmer,
to the bees that not arrive
to the participate in the work of hive
and, above all, 
to the peoples newly arrived,
to the people increasing from now on
with new flags that were born
in each drop of blood or sweat.

Today is today and yesterday passed, this is certain.

Today is also tomorrow,
and I left with some cold years that passed,
that year left with me and took me with it.
To which cost, can we afford the cost?
The cost of our new...
Not to day,
but to morrow what than...

About this there can be no doubt.
My skeleton consisted,
at times,
in words hard fact's 
to which cost?
Are we to kind?
Are we to soft?
Or are we naive?
One thing we are,
Stubborn.

Today is today and yesterday passed, this is certain.