Saturday, February 4, 2012

Could translate

Could translate


Even if make farce where
Been able to translate the immense beast
What about it has nothing in the future
The past strokes the line and thus hide
And nothing brings that we still
The extent to which opinion had been able
While I feel like the life fade
The future I not conceive or naked
I watch the formidable heresy
Slave of this infernal dream
I cannot transform a ritual
In other than kill the costume
And fantasy is killed erases
What inside of me was a poet...

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