segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010


Who am I?
I'm nothing I know
My mind is dirty
My hands touch where they should not
Who I am? I ask myself: who am I?
I cannot judge no one. I cannot say to anyone who he is.
'Cause I'm the little one. Probably, the most sinner.
Where should I go?
I'm tied. I need freedom.
I need to be healed like you, my neighboor.
Restored. Changed.
Just to be as my Father is.
He tells me who I really am.
I'm a poor needing bread.
I'm a blind who need to see.
I'm that one whose dirty mind need to be clean.
Come and hold me...
Come... You and I will walk together...
Father, our Father...

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