Far echo of hooves resonate
that on a barren land they hit,
denote with their serene cadence,
a duty without need of alacrity.
Rhythmic sound approaches;
a swift expectation is looming
about those people who are crowded,
for glimpsing in the dense fog.
Pristine a white palfrey already looms
and on his back the man who rides,
that dressed in their humble clothes,
the richness in his spirit denotes.
In front of people neigh the equine
that before the crowd falls,
what originates, of astonishment, a sound
before that docile animal lying.
Naked feet perch on the sand
that lead the rider to the audience,
and with his open arms he sketches
smiles laden with rejoicing.
Thousands of hugs entering the scene;
no place for indifference.
Thick human network conforms
surrounding the man with crucifix.
Green shoots that emerge from the land,
dark haze that fades;
peace and security overflows them
from his faithful and believing shelter.
The original rhyme of this poem has been lost with the translation into English.
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