Earth rotates, but inspiration does not disappear...
Body is tired, but heart is still beating...
Violence kills out there, but the source still shoots water,
It was clear, now are drops of blood every morning,
Inside the smoke of life, bare feet to feel alive,
I will slowly walking to the heaven of peace that still exists:
- It is minimal, incomprehensible sometimes,
but it is sublime and fundamental...
Earth continues to rotate, the day dawns,
Body still tired, but heart beats in your name...
Violence rages and screams in the streets
and the source still gushing tears of blood...
Inside the smoke and mirror of life, the child walks slowly,
To the heaven of peace, immortalized in greenery and roses,
watching soap bubbles approaching...
(Joyce Martins)
