The traveler is here again to tell you about just a few moments of his long journey, be with him for a short while and try to understand that a few that are blind can see, and many that can see are blind.

Went by a beautiful cathedral, pity, was empty,
after crossing a plaza paved with cobblestones,
and, as I knew that inside me was not a heart
my feet kept on going, by that beauty didn’t stop,
because my road was to be the longest of one
where at the end, be not a light and not a hope.

As I was getting away by a stucco walled street
between the poor houses and the cathedral stones,
it surprised me that some one could build so big
a church and laid beside, a narrow street so small,
that let a single man just getting through by it,
or two passersby being forced against the walls.

Thinking that I was lucky, I hurried up the street,
when a old man in rags saw me and didn’t stop
until we were in front of each other and he said,
“What’s with you son? not going inside my house?”
it took me by surprise, I wished to go by and said,
“Old man get out of my way, I am not your son”

“Are you so sure of me not being your father?”
he said with a smile, not with a challenging voice,
“you see, you asked for my help so many times,
now you tell me that you don’t recognize your God?”
very gentle with my hands on his chess I pushed
him aside, and squeeze me own body through.

Crazy but benevolent old man, didn’t pushed back,
and I continued my journey towards the “world”
that I knew was somewhere out there and waiting
for me, after leaving behind the one with no hope,
promises were ahead, like a mirage in my eyes
with more determinate steps I then proceeded to.

That lonely road had no tracks of any travelers,
like no one had ventured to walk there before,
in the distance approaching me was a young man,
sandals kicking sand, carrying carpenter’s tools,
“I saw you talking to my father back there” he said
with that same smile, ”will you believe, I am his son?”

“Go in peace” I said, “I am just a traveler passing by,
and from me or my thoughts you should fear not,
your father is a good man which I respected as I do
with all my elders, because one day I also will be old,
take good care of him or one day will be taken away
if he goes around telling strangers of he being God.”

I walked until the last rays of the sun, like fingers
holding at the horizon’s edge didn’t want to let go,
when at the road side I heard a crying little child
with the softest and heartbreaking of a child sobs,
“what’s the matter?” I asked, trying not to frighten
the little one there, in the near dark and all alone.

“You will not believe” he said with a sobbing hiccup,
“because you didn’t recognize the Father or the Son,
that it was my bad luck that among all the angels
they pick me for the guardian of your unbelieving soul,
don’t go further, because…it is nothing out there,
here is the end, a crying angel and a man that’s lost”