CHILD STREET

CHILD STREET

By

Hamah Sagrim

"The offer to children everywhere in the streets"

I am the story of street children

In the morning, suffering under the hot sun,

Suffer night in the inner pressure

Thinking of life without stopping

My house was taken the bridge column

Although my house is made from pieces of dirty cardboard, but was at hotel

I found lane road

I was not binatan streets,

I'm a human being

My house says to me, "do not you go leave me, because this is where kenagan-living memories of your life"

And the road says to me, "come here buddy streets, come with me, dance upon me, because I was the field's future life"

And I whispered to the house and the street, "the memories of my life will end with you, I will also follow and dance upon you, because engkaulah field for my future". I would stay here, during the day I went to dance in the streets and at night I'll stay here, and if during the day, I went not to anyone, but to our friends that I visit way.

My buddy's house and the street, one day we will separate and united only in love and death that will change.

Do you know, heaven is there, behind the door of the monumental cathedral, in it, but I lost the key, perhaps maybe only stuck, but some where.

My house, my friend, you are not running and you're my friend the road, you're dumb and I'm scavengers change your friend's street street children, so let us join hands and know each other.

Meaning we are not on what we achieve, but on what we want to achieve,

We are prisoners, but our friends in opposing cells with the door unlocked and others do not. We each hold the meaning of our lives with passion.

Maybe between the two my friend; houses and streets think I'm the highest, but probably the lowest in the world is another

Pal-pal, me and you will still be isolated to this life, and to our friends opposite one another and even for ourselves each. Until when the time for you and I speak to friends who menyahutnya to listen beseberangan

They will think my voice is your voice and when I sit down at your side, they thought I was you; They say, if you have identified yourself, you will know all men, because man is a walker and scavengers change.

I also re-told; when I see all the people then I will know who I am. My soul said, Man is a dual life; which one woke in the streets, while others wake up in the temple. I have to draw the line between needs and poverty. Only the angels can see, perhaps the angels are our supervisors better in space.

My mind said: verily every man has owed to the sacred love of street children, my soul said, I am indebted to both my friend's house and the road

Mind explaining that, all the street children who have lived the days of lalau, living together as I am now, of course I am and they do not want to host and street dancers who are not polite

Their search for the acquisition of spare change that is the life of the street with his legs straight, akupun instead pursue it for life itself

I admire people who open their minds to us, I respect him that reveal the sacred love and dreams as a debt of love, but why I blushed, embarrassed even in the face of those who served?

Kebijakkanku often as a mask hiding, when they removed the genius who discovered someone was looking for coins

When the mask tercopot, there is a full understanding of the child I thought a full understanding street, next to another slow one, he thought I was the child of a slow road, next to the other before they have stopped with the secrets in their hearts and they just figure out who I am and what secrets are there with me, and akupun silent

My mind was saying, I saw that people always choose their joys and sorrows kesediahn-they will appear in the future when happiness was gone.

My soul is a saying; desire is half of life, another soul to answer; skinfold acuhan also is half of death, my heart whispered, whereas survival is valor

It is bitter in my grief today is my memory will be joy at a time when I was a baby yesterday.

When night came and dark akupun dirumahku, I covered it in the walls, and I was fast asleep and be gone kemarinku day night.

When morning came and I woke up, apparently thinking it reminded me that "remember, you are scavengers coins on the street" aka the street children.

My mind another saying; why I was stupid to forget myself on a dark night in the shade of the walls of the house?

Houses and roads, they were both very concerned about me.

Waiting lane roads are the traces of my time, what if the road is a new door in the wall of my life?

My soul explained to me, I just large pieces of me, a hand and foot to find coins that went with the blind to raise the bowl to a hungry mouth and a basket to a hungry stomach

My mind says; really poor when I reached my bare hands to the people and not accept anything but a whisper of my soul; actually more miserable if I pursue the hands of yet no one can take it

I saw them eating and I understand who they are and who I am. My soul's voice said to me; What a hard life but begged takpernah accept love,

My mind is another answer, this may be an ambition which I think is kind of hard work

The following thoughts responded with discordant tones, I just wanted to defend my life that I had to do with the pain;

My soul lives across the hall who can not be measured by the time the human findings

Akupun now realize that poverty is a temporary disability, but the loss of love is forever flawed

I just try to talk to my friend, my buddy who has an ear to listen even to my friend who has a heart full of love, because if I say out there is no one to trust the little street urchins,

The most useful of me is He who is far away from me, and him who sent me, and which outlines the way my life, He who made me the palm of His hands

I know the child in the street;

Although I was a street child, I also have a heart woven from the hands of the supreme god's love

In this life, only one that I ask of you my friend; when it came to my end later; Please take me in an old wagon and I place it under the cathedral gate, then there will find him who has everything

Kenangkan can, do not forget

Sweet greetings to you a

The Street Children