Max Diniz Cruzeiro
Metamorphose - Poem by Max Diniz Cruzeiro
At present, a larva;
Of continued metamorphoses,
Death cedes place to life,
That fecundates and makes the larva sprout.
That figure which causes disgust,
With the time beautiful charm;
And the cycle gets renewed,
From crawling life to the winged life.
Followed by continuous metamorphoses,
Death cedes place to life.
At present, a larva,
Then, a butterfly.
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