EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

 

I Have A Dream

I have a dream

that one day

men will see each other as brothers,

that they will give each other a hand,

that forgiveness will blossom in their hearts.

I dream

of seeing the earth

turned into a paradise of peace,

that resentment, envy, the monster of ego

and all kinds of shadows will fade away.

I dream that money

will not be the measure

of the quality of a human being,

that it will be only a means

and not a desired end.

I dream of a world without wars,

without borders,

without whips of discrimination,

I dream of a world

less selfish and more supportive,

with more human humans.

I dream that everyone has bread on the table,

that there are no children with plates of hunger,

streets with beggars;

I want to see

hospitals without sick people,

I dream of a better life for all.

I dream that love and respect will prevail

among family members, neighbors and nations;

that in work no one envies

or speaks ill of anyone.

I dream that humanity

is a single fist

a block of union and love

for the good of our planet.

I dream that we take care

of mother nature

with responsibility and conscience.

I dream that the word of God is known and practiced

throughout the earth,

to renew our mentalities and consciences

and learn to tolerate each other

and love each other as brothers.

I dream of a world dressed

in a single suit of love

and together in communion

we build paradises on earth

with new heavens for all.

The Fairy Of Dreams

A green fairy arrives

dressed in moonlight and dew,

carrying a shining lamp in her hands.

She searches the forest

for blue men

who have not lost the magic of illusions,

nor have they let their butterflies of dreams escape.

She crosses the lake of the earth,

and in its heavenly mouth she only finds,

wheat of discouragement and apathy,

empty eyelashes without a soul.

Her lamp burns,

she thirsts for brave men,

who dare to be children again,

who dream of good fairies

and princes of renewing colors;

with people who have a heart of white lily,

without masks of duplicity.

She yearns for men

who tremble with the breast of a burning rose,

with the cry of a child or a clear sky,

tenacious men

who do not sink

in the mud of despair,

she seeks men of gold, who never let their dreams melt

in the fire of earthly hands.

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS