I was born in Lisbon,
In a London day.
(I still recall the rain, I must say).
And the Doctor, his holy grace,
Staired at me with such a glaze
And said:
" this child is upon a great curse
The worst of the worst.
This child is going to be a nurse."
You couldn't believe the tears running down my mother's face,
And despite all her efforts that would be my fate.
She burned out forests, but I wouldn't become a fireman.
I had no compassion for the plants
But for the man.
She bought me all kinds of animals, but I wouldn't become a veterinary.
I guess my love for the man was hereditary.
She showed me the stars.
She wanted me to be the first man on Mars.
But I wanted to stay right here on earth
To fulfill my destiny of becoming a nurse.
Be aware! There is nothing good about a curse.
Let me quiet your heads while you speculate.
I will tell you exactly what happen twenty six years after that exact date.
It was my first day on the job,
Thirteen southwest was the ward.
The curse in charge gave me three patients,
And the doctor prescribed three conversations.
I thought to myself, I have no time for this kind of medication.
They picked up the wrong words
As I lacked time
To make them understand
That their world is also mine.
I found my first my patient lying in bed,
As I spoke the word hope
I pushed him to the edge
And he hanged himself with a rope.
I tried to reach the second one
To avoid the worst
But despite my presence
He was Already alone.
I still had the last one to save.
These weren't only thoughts, these were words I was willing to say,
That I actually ended up writing on his grave.
Finally as I lie old and helpless on the sidewalk,
I scream " is there any nurse with time to talk"
Diogo Baião 11/08/2014
