I WANT TO CURE MYSELF. TO CURE IS TO RECOMMENCE NORM AP SILVEIRA OF MORAES /PSIC LOGA/POETESS, WRITER. ; 11/02/11 R+C/Alone the time pass turn. quickly But for my mind I do not find temporality I do not see it to pass, I lose the validity But the time is precious and passes relatively. I do not obtain to find itself: my identity In the streets I run away from all passer-bys, with fear I have same fear of me of what I am, of truth Because to certain they transtornam me remedies and I do not believe myself I do not obtain to communicate itself directly with My voice if it became weak and intelligible Nobody obtains to know what I really want I am quiet in my room invisible space In the room I can sail in the imagination To leave my ghosts to confrot with me In my indifferent illness without action I do not know you are welcome, does not know of the time, I forget until the friend Every day I make examinations, and volume a mount remedies I wait anxious, to the laboratorial result I do not support more to see remedies and diet I have mourning, tdio Prefiro to sleep, until the time to pass e, the gone ones to hospital I am thinking about the pain of the other patients In its pains, hidden tears, to suffer, to weigh, the health does not have price, nor hours for accidents I ask for the God of my heart, ask for haste to cure I think about the aged ones and children, interned, in the defenseless victims the suffering still is worse for the faith lack, patience of many professionals Only the faith and hope is as angels in the defense and those true professionals in its ideals Illness, leave in them fragile and in we feel them failed the death patrol, and ace times comes, is the fear of the finitude Our universe of life he is in a fragility and profligate Only the faith, and hope moves the heart with attitude Has illness has suddenly to pass As the clouds bringing storm rain, falls irrigation the land ties to pass and the sun of the health comes back full of Majesty *************************************************************** OBS: That this poem can give one little of hope to that they are sick. .