Archiwum kwiecień 2008


kwi 23 2008 poem
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WARRIORS

You do not see the same things
as I see them
You do not have the same beliefs
The same legends
The same laws
You are not the same that I am

Are another clothes that dress me
Is another color my skin
I speak I sing I pray
In another language

In another language
I love and cry and keep silence
To another God
I owe my life
For this God
I take you the death

(By Izacyl Guimarães Ferreira)