At the whims of the time I left my soul to become vacant
Tasting lies I passed to risk myself!
Restraining the emotions I left to deceive me to the reason
In a disharmony flashing an incautiousness to reach!
My cowardice costing me all its affection
I preferred to be a prisioner of my guilt!
In a particular and safe universe.
And all the magic of the days gone!
They represent the divine mercy in its reflected image.
In the hell then we will be refreshing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the lies we tell ourselves taste too bitter...this is a great piece here...nice work