MY SOUL
Perhaps the man be blind.
He doesn’t get to find
The way of his future.
Maybe children be smart.
They are in all parts
Looking for their culture.
I don’t know what I am.
I am man but I am not blind.
I always work with my mind
And to do everything I can.
A day I was a child very fool.
Culture I had because I read.
Sometimes I was lost in bed
Dreaming alone with my soul!
By Ivan de Oliveira Melo
