The path

To the path of my life, who makes me see everything …

A path goes on before me

Large door opened up

Nobody can see

You don’t show up

Makes me cry …

Why are you so shy?

Gives your tears out

While your sweet smell

Invades nostrils, put me inside out?

Your path makes me see so well

Feel like knowing: who am I?

Don’t know no response

Really know only your relevance

When the wind brings up lost leaves

Blows them up bringing to me

Your sweet breath

Kindly taking out of me

The horrors of death

Setting down in me

Your strong and sweet beliefs.

Marcelo de Andrade

20/04/08