I was born as a page without text.
Like a white sheet of sketchbook!
They could make smiles on me!
Or, the eternal protest!
I painted my pain! Tears of tears!
I have drawn a fire that crawls on my flesh!
They painted me a fragile body and a huge soul!
They have drawn an avalanche of love! Gloomy!
They drew me tender two hands
and eyes piercing endlessly ...
Is it beautiful or not?
Lord! How do I know ?!
My favorite person says: Yes!
My children are responding: Yes!
Only you are in the heart!
I know that in their hearts
there will be room for others.
I know because I also have sheltered the heavenly arc!
And I have the world to shelter!
I'm no longer a blank sheet!
My picture is ready!
I'm afraid! Whether they will keep it,
or on the back will they draw a new one ?!
Goodbye and Kisses ...