Lets build a church in the circle of the square,
in the center of the city, at the beginning of the road,
at the end of the road, at the balcony, in every pot,
in every skin hole.

Lets build a church whose roof will fight with clouds
for territory, whose cross will poke Jupiter and Venus
so harshly, that those lighting a candle are in doubt 
if the creation is a cross or a finger of God himself.

A church whose morning shadow in these rough 
summer days will protect the whole city from sun burn,
whose panes are always open, but it never rains inside,
not because the architect measured the proper angle,
but because God never lets drops fall where his
ears listen to prayers.

Lets build a church where even I. will pray four times a day,
so I can meet I. whenever I wish, and believe that
in the circle of the square, God answers my prayers
four times a day.