Since I was born Im in a conflict,
Grieved to learn why with so many people that I could be I was born me;
Lost in good feelings, small irregularities and contradictions,
Between Light and the Pitch;
I take faith that God is black and smokes pipe,
Was Born a child, and grows like a women,
Turn into smoke, and has no destination,
Plays in the sand, and changes the wheel of the winds,
Dance in the rain because it is an Indian,
Ends up dancing frevo, than Ballet,
Thats him as I imagine;
In everithing he is,
And not everything is he;
But I am not one, am not only one,
I am also a million of myselves,
I am not God but I am myselves;
Because is I that believe in me,
Im the one that has to explain myself when Im complicated,
I even watch my own prayers,
And Im the one that hears my own screams;
Because was I that wanted so,
Myselves are Gods within me,
Thanks to the Lord;
- " Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. " Macbeth, William Shakespeare
Listening to Dave Matthews Band - "Funny the Way It Is"
