Hope I don't want,
just to be fooled.
In the end that's what happens,
when senses have cooled.
Hope comes along
when you're feeling your best.
But it makes you believe,
you're put through the test.
Hope doesn't care
if you're willing or not.
It takes your mind over,
and conquers your thoughts.
But hope I don't want,
and the illusions too.
I want my own self,
and nothing to rue.
(Itajaí,11 June,2009)
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