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.