Tormenta

Howling amidst lightning,
lost in the storm
of my endless night,
God! I seek your name...
I don't want your lightning
to blind me in horror,
because I need light
to go on...
What I learned from your hand
is it not useful to live?
I feel my faith wavers,
that evil people live
God! better than me...

If life is hell
and the honorable live in tears,
what is the good...
of one who fights in your name,
clean, pure?... for what?...
If today infamy paves the way
and love kills in your name,
God!, what you have kissed...
To follow you is to give advantage
and to love you is to succumb to evil.
I don't want to abandon you,
demonstrate just once
that the traitor does not live unpunished,
God! to kiss you...
Show me a flower
that has bloomed
from the effort of following you,
God! So I don't hate:
the world that despises me,
because I don't learn to steal...
And then on my knees,
bloodied on the pebbles,
I will die with you, happy, Lord!