Same Journey Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Men and women invented kites
and built dams, but the Music already existed,
and committed themselves to a lack of direction,
all being done to store the useless
and at the fairs the weekly visit comes to nothing,
and fear has become a laughing stock, nobody pays attention to it,
doesn't give him the crumbs from the fair by playing deaf,
blind and mute, buyers do not cry out for forgiveness,
but they come back quickly into their walls.
We are all guilty of everything - wrote a Russian.



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