domingo, 29 de maio de 2011


It could be dark outside
With earsplitting voices in my mind
Old dim memories appear
Making me laugh and tear
Scowling this old picture
Sadness things mixture
Bewildered and dazed
I can’t forget what I’ve made
Trying to handle with smug acts
Disapproving boring facts
Another fucking situation
One more temptation
Sometimes it can be grieved
Sometimes it can weep
I have been set out for my bliss
While I’ve felt the cold death kiss
It can be leafless
But my faith is stainless

Written by A. D. M. Leão 

Posted by Antonio Deodato Leão

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