sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2013


This poem is in a whole of other 30 I called EGO'S SON (that it would be a history of conscience's man and his feelings). Some verses can be described as "immature" since these were writing a long time ago.


I see a big island.
With a lot of things...
I'm alone, I don't have friends
Or someone who speaks with me.
But I changed my feelings...

I don't care with you are listening
Or you are not...
I talk to objects
So good and kind are they
When they are with me,
Despite they don't speak to me.

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