If you have love you aren't lost.
If you have a mother you aren't lost.
If you have a friend you aren't lost.
If you have happiness you aren't lost.
If you haven't anything of the above...
you are lost.

A humble grain of sand in a vast desert
that even wind storms are going to ignore,
just a little grain of sand among so many,
is a wonder it will be called with a word.

Will no get wet if rain comes, will only
feel the vanishing weight of a rain drop,
which it wasn’t meant to calm its heat
or covering with ice on a winter’s cold.

Eyes of vultures wouldn’t possible see
that little grain as they fly well above,
or that of a in panic running away lizard
nor the watchful ones of a hunting scorpion.

Inside a handful, it will be just another one,
nobody will cared if it leans out and fall,
it will not be missed by one or by so many,
a piece of sea bottom that the seas forgot.

They said, not two grains of sand are alike,
like a man, or a woman, when they are born,
they will disappear in a multitude of giants,
because they were born to be…utterly lost.