Once, nearby the beach, on wet sand, I wrote a poem.

I would like have time to help my sufferer brothers.

I´d like had awoken earlier to welcome in the shelter my ignorant disciples.

My mission was to evangelize; today I know I own was the best evangelized. In spite of savagery of primitive, they respected the Divine Laws and lived within true communities. They shared equally everything produced over there. The children lived their innocent childhood free as celestial birds. They were only called to learn when understood well rituals transmit them.

I own, taken as famous evangelist, they taught me respect the life and Nature, actually.

On sandy closer the beach, I wrote my pain of acting as link of slavery among innocent and pure brothers.

Now, I print in my heart, the name of each one brave warrior and longing for liberating those tribes from negative influence of disembodied Indians that up to now astonish villages and incite fights and violence over there.

I am with you, full time, helping the Indians. I will not rest until there is one sufferer brother whom I own hurt him before.

My weaken heart still embodied was injured because I did not avoid the superior order of catechesis in this Land called Brazil.

Thank you dear brothers!

We hope the Peace of Divine Master supply your emptiness of terrestrial soul.

Jose of Anchieta, GESH - 02/01/02 - Vitoria/ES- Brazil