Everything is off,
There are no letters on paper
There is no paper at all.
What good,
Delete the matter
If the spirit still here?
What good close your eyes
If you still breathe?
Letters, emails, statements,
Not express all truths,
Not simulate reactions,
And all the inanimate
Jaz deleted.
Just do not put out the nostalgia
Not erased the memories,
The books, languages, perfumes.
There is still a fake character,
A perfect liar
A clone, a doppelganger,
A feeling guilty,
Everything is off,
But I'm not at home.
quinta-feira, 30 de junho de 2011
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