José Araujo de Souza
I ask your forgiveness, brother sun,
for not feeling in my body
your heat that warms me
and for not seeing, in my sky,
your rays of light that enchant
the paths I use.
I ask your forgiveness, sister moon,
for not seeing in my nights
your brightness, among stars,
and because my guitar is silent and my feet, which carry my body
through the streets, tired, without paying attention to you.
I ask your forgiveness, sister life,
for living you like that, just like that,
and because I no longer have the attachment I had before
for you, who accompany me.
And you, sister death,
old enemy waiting for me
to win the last inevitable battle,
I give you my forgiveness.