Sunday, May 19, 2013
A poem by Teresinka Pereira
Angel or Devil we are
according the state of the blood
that governs our heart.
Sometimes a harmonic light
and peaceful mood from the stars
brings us a good feeling.
Then we feel good and do good.
Sometimes there are rivers of mud
flowing in the veins of the world
and we look at the heavens
with disdain and we cry.
Evil hurts us before it goes out
to bother other human beings.
The angels have always resisted