domingo, 20 de setembro de 2009

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the most saddest dictatorship
is made to words
when they want to leave
and stay pending
on poet's tongue
that feels the pace
and loses the moment
the most saddest freedom
is be able not to write
correct the word that came out
to let it stay pending
expect another that arises
on the immediate horizon
and to choose
take the universe of words
and infinitely choose
words that can't be chosen
all the words are good
when coming from the heart
even being of plastic
but loving
filled with sweetness
and so speaking
running out of words
because after all
they all say the same
i like you
and of you
i like you
and of you
and of you
and of you
I love much
really much
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