The Life Is Great Poem by Leandro Borges Borges

A strange angel.
throw bright voices in my face.
I forgot your name and
I don't feel the same.

Only your blood is in my dreams.
It was this love nonsense.
Everything I saw was only seams.

The arrow was so bow.
White like a snow.
Nothing fly, nothing flow.

Happiness.
Friday one more time.
Red in my head.
I see little hearts floating everywhere.

I don't care about hate.
The life is great.
Just feel this moment.