I Belive…(versão em horrível inglês de um poema meu sobre a Europa...)

In the united Europe

What too many have lost faith

In their people

In its mixture that in stead of wars

I believe that in stead of wars

We can fill this

With lots of tenderness

Love

Passion

Understanding

Instead

Of the usual

Bullets and blood

In Sunny Sundays

In spit of bloody Sundays

Without getting lost

Without losing our identity

We can and we should

Be the same

In the middle of the others

As I am the same man in the middle of my natural people

I can be the same man

In the middle of this land

A non natural land

Can be my land

If I wanted

Because I can call friend

The same way

To a German

A French

A Greek

A Irish

A Italian

A Spanish

A Portuguese

Because the equality between people

Is the perfect sum

That in the beginning of all

A God as maid...

Yes

In the beginning of all

Even before God was divide

Between Maome, Buda

Atheism

Agnosticism

And the others

We were the same

We were the same entity

The same identity

With minimal diferences

Minor differences of personality

Because to much times

We have a cancer that destroy

Ours people dream

That blind and us

And take us to the abysm :

The cancer of to much nationality

But I believed whit all my faith

In this Union

In this equality

In this brotherhood

That to many and poor souls call

Utopia

Not because has read it

In a book of fairy tales

The kind of tales that we used to read in the childhood

Before the time to sleep

I believed because I saw it

I see this

E feel it

And because I feel it

I know that this is not a dream

Is and may be

The must beautiful of ours realities…

Yes, I have the courage

And the faith to Belive…