mundo estranho do sabiá

Aqui estou para compartilhar com vocês a mais subjetiva das formas de arte: a poesia. Leiam as minhas criações e tirem suas conclusões. Devaneios de um nefelibata? ou pragmatismos de um pensador? A escolha é sua.

terça-feira, janeiro 23, 2007

The hard step.




Lonely is a stranger feeling
And don't belongs to me.
I must believe in a tomorrow
Even I can't see.

A survivor in this ocean.
Diving and breathing
They push me down
In every harsh word.
But I remain believing.

I look to the sky
When a grey cloud cross my mind.
More than an emptiness ritual
I fell it's real.
I cry.
I touch.
With faith.
And angels flying around my feets.

There's is a silence
No more doubts.
No more shame.
I hear their voice calling my name.
And I believe.

I'm still breathing.
I will survive.
And renewed
Fly like an eagle.

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