sábado, 3 de dezembro de 2011

de agora...


Well, let’s try to do the homework

To tell, threw poems, things about myself...even if it’s murk

What I would really like to try

Is to make rymes easily, with no cry


It’s seems to me, almost impossible

Since even in portuguese is not always possible

To find the words to talk about what I fell

Even if when I am searching for inner heal


But I have to rise in english writing

Like every eye goes on sighting

New things that come and go

And the old ones that let their glow


I will have to stop here

Because the words begin to disappear

I promisse I will do it a lot of times

Until I find my own rymes

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