where is the last beat?
i should have told you it is somewhere in Brazil,
no, i am not reminded of the soft blue sea
and the white sands
no, it is not the glow of the light in the cottage
on those blackouts of my mind,
you have seen it, somewhere in the pages of the book
that i did not finish
my heart wants to die still in my country
despite its prison bars
but i must give credits to Brazil
whose hands shall caress me with the joys of my imagination
before i die
my heart still utters the word life
despite the
disappointment
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