May I be forgiven in Mexico for not knowing about the Internet censorship, or worse… for not knowing the precise number of goals in this World Cup.
May I be forgiven by the UN for not read the last statistic about malaria, since I chose study the exact correlation between tenderness and passion on a field research.
May I be forgiven for the pending books to read, the authors I never remember, and the poems that I destroy trying to translate.
May I be forgiven by Anatomy and Physiology since I just understand about those body parts that I have tasted.
May I be forgiven by Summer, because I’ve chosen Winter.
May I be forgiven by Geography for invent my own maps and ignore all the sea, land or… corporal boundaries.
May I be forgiven by migration (or may they send me back).
May I be forgiven for not come to my cousin’s wedding, my nephwe’s birthday, the first communion, the baptism, the day of the mother, Christmas …
May I be forgiven by my grandfather because when he died I was celebrating life in the other side of the world.
May I be forgiven for the lovers since I cannot remember the corners of their bodies and the smells were forgotten in the fire.
May I be forgiven by whom yesterday I called “my love” with a name… since Life doesn’t need to call “my love” to itself.
May I be forgiven by my dead ones who I don’t pray to…
… and by the church for seeing my own God…
and for all the toughs that I’ve changed for heartbeats.
May I be forgiven by all because I don’t need forgiveness. I’ve pardoned myself …
and without any penalty.