Golpe a golpe (verso a verso)

Golpe a golpe (verso a verso) Todo pasa y todo queda, pero lo nuestro es pasar Cantares, Antonio Machado Blow by Blow (verse by verse) Everything passes and everything remains, but ours is to pass Singings, Antonio Machado Silence, between the blow and Machado´s verse An irritating and exagerating silence In a place full of blows and noises, weights and actions. In a factory men are present or absent. Their traces are inevitable. Would they be the last men in a factory?