"But the Lord called to Adam, where are you?" Adam turned his back, There is no one holier than me and the life I am. My Lord, you are a man with complex much too far indulged by the only people who have ever loved you. You were a peasant, a pauper, a campesino Left behind family for the God that left you. To answer you Lord, I am tending to my cows, my chickens, my pigs Waiting for the day you wake up and see, I was born from nature itself, not the fists of a man Too arrogant to both love and accept all the brothers and sisters, You left behind, trying to reinvent yourself.