GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I cannot enter a church, no matter how sad I am,

I prefer to kneel my soul, in the silence that desires me,

In this mode of weeping and calm, I find my prayer,

Far from the confusion, my heart calls you.

In a comforting embrace, at the departure of this last port,

The farewell will be brief, only the matter will dissolve,

But the tender memory, in the gaze, will remain,

Recorded in this serious artery, where life rests.

And in the slow poems, you will feel my essence,

My presence smiling, in a tear of pure innocence,

Of one who, though absent, still manages, through distance,

To extend a hand, in an infinite heart's clasp.

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