Of those men and women,
who offer each of their days, for us, for you and for me,
in each one of our steps and gangs…

In the middle of the forest,
in the jungle of the city,
or in the most sophisticated hospital…

Caresses that heal souls,
words that cure hearts,
hugs of rehabilitation…

All lengthen hollow lives,
hat at some moment broke unreason…

Missionaries who save dreams,
doctors of souls without prescription…

You and I can also bandage wounds,
these deep of the heart…