Unfit Poem by Felipe Gastão

silenced my voice, had nothing to say, they had convinced me that I was unfit, crazy, and that, therefore, receive very little of life. My eyes were dull, a tear rolled before I realized it, where's the love, I asked in my soul descrente.Os crazy not last long, living a life on the sidelines when they see they are dead, life repudiates them, all that is defective dies, the nature or humans have no compassion. Suddenly left the room with my poor sandals, I had to cry, just resigned to wait for the world to destroy me. I tried everything, I've been humbled too, bought a crucifix and a rosary and I began to pray that does not suffer a lot, looked around my room looked like a saint, old furniture, bed ascetic and religious paraphernalia. è, the unfit are rejected by God and the Devil, what are then paraviverem as saints, I felt my spirit enlarge. I dreamed of death and it appeared to me in the form of beautiful women, but concealed by horrible outfit. I felt a relief. I believe she will bring me my dreams, but do not give up the mimha exitência cold marble old, little glossy, chipped by disappointments. Enough complaining, I think, for a crazy until you get up a bit, sleep and dreams.