'Tutti Fratelli' (All Are Brothers)

I am not yet the man who was dreamed by my creator. Often I am too bad, but sometimes, my conscience is awaken, and I start looking at the foot prints of the great men and women who served humanity. Imprisoned on the top floor of an enchanted castle, built on the volcanic hills of hatred close to the beach of a shore of love, in the hot days of sunlight and in the cool nights of moonlight who can stop me watching the shining foot prints of the great humanists, withstanding in the roughness of sea blossoming like flowers in the days shining and reflecting light like the mirrors, kissing my eyelids to dance with the spot lights, touching my heart to sing the song of brother hood, enlightening the sleeping man inside me, still exist on the sand of life. I dream one day under a blue moon, before the volcano erupts the prints could make me so much ecstatic that I shall jump down on the sand and before I am vanished in the ocean, I shall kiss these foot prints and with me I shall carry the baggage of this touch on my thirsty dry lips during my last and final voyage. I am not sure if I can do it but isn't it enough for a prisoner that he dreams to do it.