It was a sunny day, only I felt the gloom

that accompanied it.

No one noticed my agony and my despair,

neither heard my sobs nor saw my tears.

I know they inhabit their castles of indifference

and selfishness, daily toasting to their goddesses,

some I never wish should be mine.  

Tears that healed my body’s wounds,

smoothed my soul and comforted my spirit,

pouring out all my sadness.

A prelude, maybe the birth of some strength    

for upcoming day, whose story I am obliged

to left written, to be judged by our Creator,

besides all of those who crossed my path.

May it be lines to justify the season I passed

through this world, a testimony which worth

the redemption of my entire being,

showing, at least, a little bit of the sacredness

from which we must never abdicate in our life.