Radical Free Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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I don't want candy or water or coffee or cuddling
I want to get out of here to feel the petals
and sepals of the sea: pretend sepia that change
colour or personality a thousand times a day, yes
I want to walk side by side with the lazy snails and phishing
and eat lobsters, shrimps, tunas and the deadly baiacu fish
that's because I'm sick of giving the same amount of steps
every day to the same places, see

I'm very tired, Mother, and nobody
will take that will away from me: not to die here
...without spirit, looking like a mummy, a dumb tattoo...
or even the shadow that's always behind us, never discovered
in front of us.
I have no vocation for paralysis. I'm already on my way.

A great poet wrote, "Walker, there is no way."
I say there are paths and paths, crossroads, clovers, detours and
radial roads, open trails and to be opened, there are tracks
never(remember that Machu Picchu, only discovered in 1917) .
Yeah, there are paths, and I'm going to them.