Blessed you are

Now I know, it is worth more having sinned than having fame

Of the sinner, losing oneself from nonprofit.

That one who flees from light, who claims

Does not escape from murk, from others’ prejudice.

Now I know, why let the vivacious blood

Bend itself to the imposing voiceless look

To that story on the skin of the spy lamb,

That only sees the gray color that the refined Zeus builds…

A whole of passion!

Now I know, I am what I am! What judges us

According to the dry leaf itself across the ground

Do not censor those who the light abuses,

For being according to its helpless nature.

God teaches us that we have as base,

That overcomes evil more commonly used,

Who LOVES to what is given universally,

According to His blessed mind!