You came to their lives,
healing sores,
pulling out minutias…
disappointments…
and an uncertain million of errors…

How much rescue of the boat,
in the middle of the storm,
in an inert Mediterranean,
heading to Africa…
away from all luck…

Difficult beginnings,
that clean blind eyes,
that show brave,
that this world can be different…

They are the angels,
those that come into our lives,
those who leave to show us the wounds,
those who will never leave us adrift…