The Way impeded.

The Way impeded.

The way many times blocked,
bringing the look of the melancholy
those who dream with a freedom that never come,
and with a love that every time
walked away without leaving marks or no hopes.
The wind is by grabbing away from how much
I still have a dream,
this vain desire for a better life,
where justice survive and to be stronger
than the insane desire of power.
Life could be very different,
the scenes of misery that are repeated every time
demonstrate our size before the God that we want and idealized,
Maybe in the future, people learn to see their brothers,
regardless of differences,
the brother who has left to sacrifice to liberate humanity?
Perhaps then we can walk with head erected
and the heart in celebration.

Marcos Loures