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• Trapped

  November 4, 2009

  • I stand stillA bird upon the window sillI try to passThrough this mysterious thing called glassI feel painI will go insaneHow come I see the skyThe geraniums and the butterflyThe child running along the breezeAnd the merry treesYet I cannot get out of this morbid roomWhere definite is my doomI keep dreaming of my flightUp high like a threadless kiteAnd I callGod, break down this unseen wall!I am ...
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• Be Fair

  October 22, 2009

  • Be fair, he cried, be fair!Maybe you are right, dear sir,I live in perfection, to their eyes,But I can't live my days in lies..It's the matter of the hours, the little minutes,I curb my heart, I am chained with limits..I only ask for a fresh, wild garden,With merry plants that carry no burden..A breathing jasmine and a happy tree,I smile to them, they smile to me..Momentary occupation, this fame ...
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• Interlude

  October 14, 2009

  •  She received the Autumn wind as she opened the window, like an embrace from a loving mother or a passionate lover.. The wind rushed into her still room, full of still objects, fingering her hair and engulfing all of her as if the cool air longed for her warmth, her existence.. Everything danced, the blouses were like they were worn by unseen spirits, the books flapped their papers in ecstasy, ...
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• What I am..

  October 14, 2009

  • I am not what I say..The words that sometimes flow on my tongueAre created by the hands of centuriesMy words are not budding from an earth so young..I am not what I say...For sometimes I hear myself like a stranger,And I ask "Who is it that feigns to be me?!"And I wonder if they will believe her,And if the hymn I feelWill ever sound as clear..I am not what is said,I am the ...
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• Reconciliation

  September 30, 2009

  • "I don't know when you will stop acting as if I don't exist..."I was sitting with friends.. We were speaking of something, I guess, I don't remember what it was... Words were monotonous, eyes half closed, it wasn't difficult to know that the topic was forced so we wouldn't feel the awkwardness of silence..A heavy spirit..There was hardly anything that flowed naturally.. Maybe breaths.. ...
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