An old poem, but I believe it deserves to be publish here in the blog. It is, also, in an American site called: Your Poetry Dot Com as "Lele" Nickname.
how I'd like
Always happy, similing.
Always good, caring.
they don't hurt,
Contrary of me, in my life (it's heavy):
That always hurtness, blood.
That always suffering, death.
They are equal
They don't have nacional's
Like me in this earth's multi called
By black, white, yellow...
By Italian, nigerian, american...
They speak all languages,
They live on all places,
They belongs for all religions
That they are everybody in grace:
With each one.
I'd like to get, to be one of they.
To be in the sky
For seeing and protect
The people, giving their happiness.
Copyright ©Lele ... [2003-08-02 15:05:00]
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