I do not judge

I do not judge

I do not judge the moments of anger and the whispers of the ruffian.
 
I do not judge the breath of wind that imprisons toxic vapors and the darkened horizon.
 
I do not judge the master book of the street boy.
 
I do not judge the different being in the world
 
and the anxiety of the transsexual in the unhealthy alleys of the city with its cheap nudity.
 
I do not judge the burden of the past
 
and the squeaky shoes of fathers buying cheap food at the discount store.
 
I do not judge the desire to escape and the ignorance of evil.
 
I do not judge the flow of water and the look of a murderer,
 
the lament of mothers and the dross of a miserable life.
 
I do not judge the liberating wounds of the borderline girl.
 
I do not judge the lack of purpose, nor the fanatic's fever.
 
I do not judge myself, only the tired repetitions