Walking along the silent street,
not knowing what will come.
The light wind´s starting to meet
the man´s questions that overcome
the barrier of two minds.
Disinterest somewhere hides.
„Would you like me more,
if I were a Christian?“ said.
Sound of the voice tore
off the novel from my head.
What if everybody has
a wounded pride inside his chest?
Well, we all have, more or less,
some prejudice that had no rest.
„What if I had a complexion
of inadequate colour,
my face shows a cruel reflection
of poor and insane killer,
who has broken so many dreams and hopes,
but never wholly tied me with his ropes?“
„No,“ I whisper, slightly.
I´m just partly scared of myself.
Shouldn´t we, honestly,
pick mainly the best from soul´s shelf?
Though we are not accomplished,
still able to give it a try.
So I don´t want to be foolish,
I´ll turn your wet eyes into dry.
PS: God loves us all the same.