I have arrived today, by foot and without a face, turning my back on my adventure. I do not know what has happened to my companions…the sea leaves me in the sand. I know nothing more.
Behind me, my country, my family, my life — my difficult life, uncertain and without a future.
I feel the pain of my people. In my tired eyes, I bear the loneliness of loss. I remember the moment in which I said, " I am going." I have fumbling feet and a wounded heart.
And now, where do I go? I hope you would see me, pick me up, give me shelter, cure my wounds…recognize who I am.
Perhaps you, who have a full life and can distinguish yesterday from today and tomorrow, can look me in the eyes, open the door, give me a hand, help me to walk. Perhaps, if we each give something of ourselves, we might even become friends.
Province |Spain
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