Ward

 

Lord, do not prolong the lament of that suffered one,

Beyond what the with no compassion diagnosis will last.

That the bells ring to the perversity of a thought

Nothing human! Ah, evil world to the sad desolated being.

 

Do not prolong life if you do not want burned gold

That present to you the person who stammered, I love so much!

Or for the soul of the constant companion by the side,

Who has the memory of the past child; cruel tears.

 

Or for having this scorching verse that denies the name

Of the suffered and sad cry that return rested.

I try on a sunny day to launch to the sea life that disappears.

O life, keep in death the subtle sigh, same itinerary.

 

See Jesus, he is a friend, father, brother, son and companion.

That the world may not through the almost gone

Forget you, your nobility and your finite groan.

 

Listen: God loves you!

And all of us He has!

 

 

Botucatu, 1979.