Wednesday, September 19, 2012



Only this life a libertine
That both surrendered without measure
And now when your life ends,
Truly looking for another destination?
In such a scenario as in me hallucinate
Missing an exit of the maze,
Because who does not doubt enters,
How the lens becomes cloudy.
Rather different direction where the meeting
And it every step the mismatch
Forging new day, same ages,
Do you not see how this superb emotion
And segues without thinking toward
Where in gentle stops, I see the beasts...


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