Good knows how to wait. Patient, waits for the scrap is emptied of the men who forged metal chains.
Good is delicate. Fragile, need protection. Simple, does not require treatment.
Good lives in the most unknown of the soul, in the alcove of the disease. Born in the marrow of the spirit. To survive, it needs the power structures. Dissolves in salt water. Discreet, the light is not, as happens to moths. The good
courts. It draws for its allegations. Seduce in the delicate hands of the physiotherapist who pursue the elderly, in the face of the social worker who weighs the malnourished children in the effort of volunteers who distribute blankets among the exiles of the flood.
The well down into the dropping of donated blood. The truth may be established by the commitment of the Norwegian doctor who lives in the Gaza Strip. It is seen in the provision of youth who march for peace, despite the cold that froze the tip of the nose and the bombs of tear gas that made him cry.
The well ran to the Pelourinho * and resist the perennial massacres of the powerful. When the curtains covering the hatred, the young men and women embody. The poets extol the good. Celebrated in the cathedrals and experienced in the brothels, is both human and divine, angelic and land. Soli Deo Gloria
From: Ricardo Gondim
Pelourinho *: During the period of slavery, was the place (a pole) where The Portuguese infligevano harsh punishment (usually with stripes) and even death to the slaves who committed crimes.
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