Lord,
I talk to you in the name of all the unsatisfied,
us, the ones who feel the void,
the inconsistency,
the nostalgia for a better world...,
the ones who are hungry for love.
The ones to whom the heart always asks
something more than the attained
or to attain...
The ones to whom no "size" fits,
except the infinite.
The ones who are passionate
with the unattainable,
the eternal wet-blankeds
of all the people installed,
the ones hungry for the essential,
the rebels against everything that is small,
that is insignificant, trivial.
The ones to whom the heart always asks
for an "insanity".
The ones who feel uncomfortably
with patience and prudence
as the habitual places of the enemy
to hide their installation and lack of idealism.
Lord,
You are one of us and understand us.
Next to you, we can dream and work,
You can infinitely satiate
our infinite unsatisfaction.
