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Sunday, September 30, 2012



The sacred mantle of hope
Greening the breast of one who loves,
Trying reborn in fragile flame
While voice beyond stubbornness and pounces.
The time when it actually progresses
Increases more and more the old drama
Although seek new plot,
Gradually lose faith, trust...
But nothing would prevent the dreamer,
A step in the same vain. And when love
Invade no questions asked, simply.
Changing how could
Living in hands and having the fantasy,
Even that little by little, the dream away...


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