sábado, 10 de agosto de 2013

Two Nights

Last night I thought
I could die
I saw the coldest man cry
He tried to hide
And from the ashes he was born
He knew he could live high
With many tries
He had finally succeeded
What my mind had believed

Tonight I think
I’m alive
And ask myself
Where is that man who survived?
He had gone by
But did he say goodbye?

And this is how the first two nights began
With a deep focus of the mind
A silent movement in the dawn
And that’s when I realized
He never really survived
I buried him alive.

Ricardo Rodrigues

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