segunda-feira, 31 de maio de 2021

Not a sonet! (or "I dont speak english")

everytime that you goes

i compose a new verse

making all your new moves

limits of my universe


wondering what could be

looking at my filled glass

i just see someone seeing

that don't know to confess


nevermore would find you

walking by on your own

no more taking avenues

to step on your shadows


funny thing is redemption

when you're stuck in the dust

every sign is temptations

and true love is the most


how could i sacrifice

if i barely can see

would be better advice

take any of those streets


every piece of a map

i belived it was tips

but in fact were just gaps

on that hope cannot fit


every memory i've got

tomorrow won't be enough

cause the facts that remarks

never will be that tough


knowing this i'll rejoy

but i'm crying until then

waiting all my old boy

to rebirth as new man


that's the weight of my cross

to bring on the shoulders

all this long road to across 

with distant borders


when i hit to the point

on that will be some love

maybe i cannot just join

fresh with old wine above


these two tastes in mouth

will be balanced so

one of these cannot fall

while the other will goes


how could i prefereer

between two kinds of love

when i hope to referrer

to the one that can grow


when alone furthermore

it's insane to hold on

instead of waiting before

i could chase to her so


even if i put masks

to hide all my reasons

to be loved is a task

that ain't got horizons 


could be possible that

i would never forget her

but i cannot just let

pass chances without sure


perhaps i will take first

love opportunities

any water to my thirst

will bring great serenity


i'm sure peace is not find

all the pleasures in a girl

but the greatness and kind 

to be searching is a pearl.


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31/05/21

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