Little hope of making us brothers

(Versión para algunos amigos)

Little hope of making us brothers

I don't  dream

to transform the world.

It's too big,

it's too far,

it's too thought ...

I don't dream governments

                         all-democracies

uncorrupted, untouched, perfect.

I don't dream

with the leaders of the world,

interhuman love's giants.

I have seen a young man dying

and I have sown in your life

the presence of a God

which still has the last word.

I have seen children without school

in the horror of a people torn apart by war

I have searched teachers, in God,

than they will teach to walk firmly.

Orphans and elderly are under my roof.

Shelter and bread, and love first,

It is all I have for them.

Little flower is my life.

Violet, little flower of hope,

tucked away

in the farthest corner

of Pandora's box,

we still stay.

You're still human.

You're still people.

Making us brothers

I don’t dream much

Making us little -Jesus said-

Making us neighbors

man beaten

on the roadside,

man finished,

dint of misery.

Making us brothers.

Pick up the cries

and raise them to God

in one voice.

They are common song

and liberating path.

Little hope of making us brothers.