Julio 2 Amarante

I am the earth without endless flowers
I see that hubris oriented endless towers,
The differential diagnosis is Hubris
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The gray man hardly sited
So he was in his bed all day.
Knowing it was not the healthiest way.
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I used to stand, sit or lay
And see the clouds traveling
O so blue was the sky.
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Waking in the only space
Of an empty room of you
Reminiscent rags of dreams
Recherche du temps répété.
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Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
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Podia garatujar algo à láia de rima
Rimsky Korsakov no fundo da sina
Podia ser mais interessante e melhor
E desse modo, o certo, esperar o pior.
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You'll rain on me

You'll intrude in my broken harmony
Although you're incapable of sight,
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Algo horrible antes de sus ojos infinitos
Que desconsiderar e odear,
Ao dicho jo que me recuardaria las nostálgicas canciones en el viento.
Transmutadas en un puerto de sueño acorralado.
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Paira algo de impuro sobre a noção de futuro,
Algo para além deste muro onde me sento
Lança sombra, escurece o advento,
Algo indistinto mas presente distorce esse advir,
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Caminho no precário equilíbrio de não cair
E passar a estratosfera e morrer na espera.

Milagres, diário eremita, Saudita heterodoxo,
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The second law of thermodynamics, a drama
Not a play, a project of improved entropy
An audience and the characters, casting
Casting where human needs do not apply.
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Oh just world of founding fathers,
Never such destiny was your doing
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
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Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism,
Sacrifice to what we should be,
So virtuoso as always was he,
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I chose to say it in this foreign language.
That feels like a hearth to me, a million kisses,
There is a story before a happening, vision
Of lost territories, recovered by hook and crook,
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Magic vapor surrounds my cat over the pianoforte.

Waiting for such a cat,
Messing with my hat,
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This day of late winter is clear.
Outside the orphan window
Wild pigeons, cuckoos, magpies,
Nobody for Hi-s nor goodbyes,
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Houvesse alguma certeza
Houvesse rumo na correnteza,
Que transborda, transpõe, arrasta,
Verdade numa história que já basta,
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Non, je ne retournerais jamais.

L'espace de mon être s'efface,
Près de toi ma volonté crasse
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Quisera ter tido binóculos para te ver
Houvera tido idade para te esperar
Aguardaria até a vida me entender
Nas linhas da paixão, até te ganhar.
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