Friday, January 27, 2012

Tempest.

Tempest.

Since had been able to nothing more than this,
The verse that you try on storm
As resting gently invades
By moving the most I will surely covet.
Serving as I can in unstable
Scenario that in fact degrading badly
Denies the freedom that is in
And the life gradually loses vitality.
I underline that bring me so many fakes
And I see dusks on my end,
The world is showing always well.
By living alone in the rough stage,
The senseless dream, distressing,
And how if I would now...

Valério Mannarino

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